It was hard not to think about mum and Nick.
Morgan had noticed too, so I wasn't going mad.
We went to a concert, Austin Young's concert. A sweet voiced singer, he wasn't one of those prettified, pampered teen stars. He was almost normal, well, apart from the £50 million pounds, fame and fans. We sat at the front, by the mega-screen.
Five songs had passed.
People were throwing things onto the stage, roses, notes and carnations. I saw a person standing on the balcony above.
They chopped the wires and the mega-screen came crashing down. I screamed and covered my head, running away took an age, all of us fled the scene. Sparks flew around and various cameras and TV's fell down.
I didn't realise.
A massive flat-screen TV penetrated down, smashing in thousands of pieces.