Grease

I was an extra in the school concert of Grease.

Sophie got the part of Sandy

and had to wear stupid tight trousers

and platform shoes in the last scene.

Not really a feminist statement, Sophie, Jacq said to her.

Changing your appearance for a bloke and whatever.

Sophie ran her hand over her arse.

I look good though. Admit.

Dad and Kelly-Anne

came to watch the final performance.

They sat at the back,

Dad with his face in his phone.

Afterwards he said, Your pal was good.

Pair of lungs on her.

She’s in the choir, I explained.

Kelly-Anne put an arm around my shoulder.

You were excellent, Allison.

Dad was laughing.

Choir?

It’s a long way from church she’ll end up.

I predict that with complete certainty.

On the walk home we stopped for snacks,

Dad letting me choose between a Cornetto

or a bag of Hula Hoops,

but not both.

Well done on your singing, he said,

handing the cashier a fiver.

I almost managed a smile

until he added,

You did your bit admirably.

Not everyone is born to be a star.