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Layla is thrilled. Her first album is selling well and she is playing in concert halls across Europe. But not everyone likes her music. When a heckler starts turning up at her concerts, everything quickly turns into a nightmare. Her bodyguard decides to sort out the heckler. Can her bodyguard be trusted? And has the heckler really gone? Or is he still out there, shouting at the stars?Republished as a new edition, this book is one of the Shades 2.0 series. This book is perfect for reluctant teens who still want an exciting, unpatronising story that is relevant to their interests and concerns, but who don't want to read a longer novel. With a length of only 6,000 words, and filled with drama, this story will appeal to all reluctant teen readers.

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Publié par	Ransom Publishing Limited
Date de parution	01 octobre 2013
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781781274514
Langue	English

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“ ‘Play Open Book again! Play it again! All your other songs are rubbish!’
Layla didn’t know what to say. She’d never had a heckler before.
‘See what you think of this one,’ she said. ‘This is my last song.’
‘Good thing too!’
Layla got through the last song. The applause was loud. A few people even shouted out for an encore. But the day was ruined. ”

For Paddy Stamp and Melanie Safka
CONTENTS

Title Page Dedication Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine More Shades 2.0 titles Copyright
PROLOGUE
It was Layla’s first press interview. The photos came first. They took longer than the questions.
‘Are you really nineteen?’ the reporter asked. ‘You look younger.’
‘I look young for my age,’ Layla said.
‘Tell me about yourself.’
‘I’m an only child. I grew up in a small town. When I got a guitar, girls at school teased me. I played all the time and was too busy to have boyfriends.’
‘But now you have a recording deal,’ the reporter said. ‘And do you have a boyfriend?’
‘None of your business,’ Layla said. She didn’t want to tell the world that she’d never had a boyfriend. Not a serious one.
‘What’s your magazine called?’ she asked.
Someone called out, ‘We’re ready for you now.’
‘Good luck with the show,’ the reporter said.
Layla was nervous. She had played small shows before. She’d played to hundreds, as the support act. But this was her first festival. Thousands would be watching. All she had were her voice, her songs and one guitar. Her manager pushed her onto the stage.
When she picked up her guitar, Layla’s confidence returned. There was a warm breeze. The faces in the crowd seemed to be smiling. She began with the song that would be her first single. It was called Open Book .

Now my heart’s an open book, she sang.
Take a look. Go on, take a look.
She finished to a big cheer. The crowd were on her side. The next four songs went well. She only had one more to do. She stopped to retune one of her guitar strings. The crowd were quiet. Then a voice called out.
‘Play Open Book again!’
Layla smiled. ‘I’m glad you liked it,’ she said.
‘Play it again! All your other songs are rubbish!’
Layla didn’t know what to say. She’d never had a heckler before. She tried to make out where his voice was coming from. There were too many people for her to tell.
‘See what you think of this one,’ she said. ‘This is my last song.’