"Mate, you seen Jay anywhere" Max said to Tom. I looked up from my phone and raised my eyebrows at the pair. Tom placed the football that he was throwing up and down on the floor and walked out of the room. I followed them up the stairs, trying to figure out yet another of Mr McGuiness's escapades. You see, this has been going on for a while now. Jay would just disappear after a rehearsal, interview or performance and then reappear when he was needed again. He never told anyone where he was going or where he went. Martin was at his last nerve (Not difficult to achieve though. He has a surprisingly short fuse.) The boys left him to his own devices at first but they were beginning to miss the Jay they loved.
"Shh..." Max signalled to Tom and I as we approached Jay's room. We crept slowly together as a unit.
"Go away Max. You know I hate footie." Jay called, his voice muffled and strained. Max winced and shrugged, his plan foiled. I crept ahead of them, not bothering about how heavy my st