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Music had the ability to take over her soul and fill her with love. It completed her, and made everything seem worthwhile.
Suddenly, the music stopped before reaching the final riff, and she felt cheated. But when it went back to the beginning and started again, Megan smiled.
Just the same as she’d played that song over and over when she was a teenager.
She lay back and waited for it to get to the end again, but it chopped off before the final rise. By the time he had played the song and stopped it eight or more times, frustration filled her.
No wonder David Morgan didn’t want neighbours if he was going to play his uncle’s music at full volume. The song stopped and started jerkily; sometimes halfway through lines, before going back to the beginning of the song. It went on for an hour or more. After another ten stops and starts, Megan put the pillow over her head and burrowed into the soft mattress.
Why the hell was he playing it like that?
She couldn’t stand it. He was ruining the music she loved.
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The next thing Megan knew there was pounding on the door downstairs and she opened her eyes to bright sunshine.
She’d overslept. Jumping out of bed, she grabbed a loose T-shirt and threw it on and pulled it down over her legs before running down the stairs and opening the door. She peered through the narrow opening as her fingers clutched the door.
David was leaning against the post on the small porch.
“So I was just checking. You’ve changed your mind about coming to Taunton?” He didn’t smile and she got the impression he was hoping she’d agree with his assumption.
“No, I slept in.” She glared at him. “You playing your uncle’s music at full volume kept me awake most of the night.”
That got a strange look out of him, before he glanced at his watch. “So how long till you can be ready?”
“Five minutes. I’ve still got no water for a shower, so I’ll just get dressed. I can grab a coffee in…where are we going?”
“Taunton.”
The water delivery promised by the crazy purple-clad lady in the village store hadn’t arrived, so Megan made do with a quick wash with a flick of water out of the last of her drinking water. She was in dire need of a shower and a hair wash after the long flight and twenty-four hours in the cottage. She pulled her hair up and wound it into a knot on the back of her head before slipping on a clean pair of jeans and a loose cotton shirt. A good spray of perfume and she flew down the stairs. At least clean clothes made her feel a bit more respectable.
“Are you sure you don’t know any plumbers?”
David shook his head as he opened the door of an old sporty vehicle of some type. It looked like one of those cars in the Austin Powers movies she loved. It was a bright-red convertible and the top was down.
“Never needed one in my cottage. Sorry,” he said.
“Wow, I feel like I’m back in the sixties,” she exclaimed. “What is this?”
“1966 Austin Healey 3000.”
“Is this like the one out of that Austin Powers movie?”
“No that was an E-Type Jaguar…the Shaguar…remember?” He looked across and for the first time a glimmer of a smile crossed his face. “You probably think that’s more suitable for a rock star?”
“Are you a rock star, David?” She looked at him curiously. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I’ve never heard of you. What’s your band called?”
The resemblance to his uncle was amazing. Every time she glanced across at him, she wanted to giggle like a silly teenager. It would be interesting to hear him perform at the festival. From what he had been playing last night, it seemed like he did covers of his uncle’s songs.
As soon as they got back from town she was going to walk across the fields and listen to the rehearsal. She’d made sure she’d gotten a ticket that gave her access to the farm before the festival kicked off. No matter what the crazy hippie shopkeeper had said about magnetics and ley lines. Megan shook her head; she felt like she’d stumbled into an alternative world. It would be a great opportunity to interview singers and roadies before the festival proper began.
David put the car into gear and roared up the narrow road without answering her question about his band. Megan grabbed for her hair as the wind caught it and it flew around her face.
“So do you want me to find you a plumber?” he asked, changing the subject.
“If you could, that would be great.”
