Chapter 8

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"The culturals are always interesting," said Nelson, as he finished telling his tale. "It's a great chance for us to get revenge!" 

"You are right," said Roshan. "I hate Sumanika. She is so arrogant and always adds insult to the injury!"

The octet were in Christopher's house that evening, as Durrell had invited all of them over for dinner. 

While his friends were debating, Christopher was sitting in a corner of the room and writing something. He was singing simultaneously as he wrote.

"Green willows, towering the grey villages,"

Nobody heard it. But Priya, who was a sharp listener, heard him and went up to him. 

"Chris! Did you just sing?" she asked. "No Priya. I did not sing," he replied. 

"You did!" said Devi. "Chris, you have a nice voice.  Why don't you be our frontman?"

"But it has been years since I stopped singing," he said. "How can I...?"

"Listen to them, Chris," said Durrell, joining them. "You love music, don't you?"

The boy nodded. "But we shouldn't participate for the sake of revenge," said Malini, the most ethical one of the group. "We should participate because we are interested in music!"

"What a sensible girl you are," said Durrell. "Chris, you should be lucky to get such caring friends. Go and participate."

Christopher smiled and agreed. He became the frontman of their band, which they called 'The Tenterhooks', and he experimented with many different music genres.

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