This is your BIG CHANCE. There's going to be this television programme called 'Little Darlings' about the children of celebrities, and this woman Debs hoped my sister Sweetie could sing a little like Dad, but poor Sweetie's tooth fell out and she went to pieces. Then they wanted me to have a go but I can't sing for toffee so I showed them your DVD and they were TOTALLY AMAZED. Now they want to do a whole television programme with you and Dad and I do hope you say yes. I can't wait to see you if you come.

Love from your ever-so-excited sister Sunset xxx

I blink for a moment or two, and then look at the second letter.

Dear Destiny and Ms Williams,

I am Debs Wilmott of Playtime Productions

UK. I am about to produce a series of

programmes called 'Little Darlings'. I have seen

your superb performance on the DVD, Destiny,

and feel there's the potential for a fantastic

programme with you and your estranged father,

Danny Kilman. We don't have a listed phone

number or email address for you, so I'm taking

the liberty of sending a car for you in the hope

that you can come to Danny's home in Robin

Hill, where we'll film you meeting each other

and then, if all goes well, we'll take you to the

studios to record a couple of songs. Please phone

the following number to let me know whether to

expect you both.

All good wishes, Debs Wilmott Mum reads it through slowly, her finger pointing under each word, her lips moving. 'I can't believe it!' she keeps murmuring.

'Neither can I!' I say. 'Oh, Mum, oh, Mum, oh, Mum!'

'It's your chance to meet your dad!'

'It's my chance to sing!' I say, and I start jumping up and down on my bed. 'Oh, Sunset, I love you. You're the best sister in the world!'

'Come on then, my duck. The poor chauffeur doesn't want to be hanging around here for ever. The estate kids will be whipping the wheels off his car with him in it. You get yourself washed double-quick and I suppose I'll have to phone this Debs. Oh help, I bet she's dead posh.'

'I'll phone her, Mum. Here, give us your mobile.'

I stab out the number before I lose courage. I hear it ringing, and then a voice saying, 'Hi, Debs here.'

Oh goodness, she's ultra-posh with nobs on.

'Hello,' I mumble.

'Hi there, who is this?'

'It's it's Destiny.'

'Oh, wonderful! I just didn't know how to get hold of you, and I need to see you, like, immediately. You are the kid on Sunset's DVD the skinny one in black with the huge voice?'

'That's me.'

'Sing me one line down the phone.'

'Right now?'

'Can you?'

'OK. You are my Destiny.'

'Yay! It really is you. And you can come right now, with your mum?'

'I suppose. Though she'll have to tell them at work.'

'We'll probably need you for a few days, so pack your night things, darling. I'll fix a hotel room for you both unless of course you'll be staying at Danny's.'

I think about Suzy. I don't think that will happen in a month of Sundays.

'Will I see Sunset?' I ask hopefully.

'Of course, darling. We want to film you with the whole family.'

'And, Debs, I know you'll want me to sing Destiny'

'Yes, as a duet with Danny. I thought the two of you at either end of the stage at first, and then walking towards each other, and singing the last chorus looking into each other's eyes. It will be dynamic.'

'Do you want me to sing a solo too?'

'You bet we do.'

'Then can it be one of Sunset's songs? There's this one, In My Black Clothes. I know the words already but Sunset will have to teach me the tune. That's OK, I can learn it really really quickly.'

'I'll bet you can, honey. It's a deal. In fact it'll be an added bonus two talented Little Darlings, one a singer, one a songwriter, taking after Dad. This just gets better and better.'

'Well, I'd better go and get ready.'

'That's right, Destiny I'll see you in maybe four hours? Five hours maximum. See you soon!'

Mum gives me a hug as I end the call. 'Oh, babe, you sounded so cool, like this kind of thing happens every day of the week! I'm so proud of you, darling. Oh boy!'

'Look, Mum, you phone Louella, see if she can cover for you, looking after all your old folks. You will come with me, won't you?'

'If you think I'm missing this you're mental! Oh, Destiny, darling, this is the happiest day of my life,' Mum squeals, and then starts phoning.

I dive in and out of the bath and pull on my coolest clothes the new black outfit with the lacy black gloves and my beautiful leather jacket. Mum shoves more stuff in a laundry bag as she spills the news to Louella.

We go out of the front door, terrified that the Mercedes will have disappeared altogether, a total hallucination but there it is in front of us. The driver nods and smiles and jumps out of his car to help us into the back like we're Lady Kate and her daughter Destiny.

'So, off to London?' he says.

'Well, in a minute,' I say. 'Could we possibly drive into the estate? I need to tell someone I'm not going to be around for a few days.'

He doesn't look terribly happy about going any nearer to the bleak multistoreys, but he says politely, 'Just tell me where to stop, madam.'

Madam! Mum gives a squeak of nervous laughter but I manage to keep a straight face. I direct him until we get to Jack's block.

'Right here, please. I'll just be a minute.'

I jump out of the car and run up the stairs and along the balcony to Jack's flat. I knock on his door, peering down at the Mercedes. It's already drawing quite a crowd.

One of Jack's big brothers comes to the door in his vest and trackie bottoms. He eyes me up and down and I get a bit worried. Then he shouts over his shoulder, 'Oi, Jack, it's your girlfriend.'

I blush and when Jack comes to the door he's bright red too, though he does his best to look casual. He's in T-shirt and jeans but his feet are bare and his hair is all sticking up. It's clear he's just got out of bed.

'Hi, Destiny! You're early! I thought I was calling on you today.'