Appassionata (102 page)
‘Oh Christ,’ Abby glanced at the sleeve. ‘Have they put in the “Campbell”? Marcus will go ballistic. He’s crazy to get to the top on his own.’
‘Sell more records,’ said Beatrice cosily, ‘better publicity for the orchestra,
and
for him.’
and
for him.’
After they had played the single, which had colossal charm, Beatrice produced a bottle of champagne.
‘We must toast the new Richard Clayderman.’
‘I ought to give
you
a drink,’ said Abby.
you
a drink,’ said Abby.
‘I can put it on expenses.’
Oh why not, thought Abby, Marcus always shied away from publicity, but he wouldn’t be back for hours, and she would at last have a chance to push his career and the record. Unbeknownst to Howie she had made her share of the royalties over to the orchestra.
Nor did Beatrice know that the RSO had been chosen to accompany the finalists in the Appleton, and was so thrilled for Abby. She really was a delightful woman, despite her rather tarty looks, decided Abby, and it was such a relief to meet someone enthusiastic about success. The Brits were generally so carping.
‘D’you mind if I switch on my tape-recorder? I hate not getting the facts right?’ asked Beatrice.
After three-quarters of a bottle and no food all day, Abby forgot to emphasize what was
off
the record and what
on
.
off
the record and what
on
.
‘This is the
record
that matters,’ said Beatrice, picking up the sleeve of ‘Madly in Love’. ‘I must say Marcus is almost as devasting as his famous father.’
record
that matters,’ said Beatrice, picking up the sleeve of ‘Madly in Love’. ‘I must say Marcus is almost as devasting as his famous father.’
‘More so,’ said Abby, clumsily trying to tug open a drawer in a nearby desk which had expanded because of the damp. Then it gave, and she pulled it out altogether, scattering photographs all over the floor.
‘My God,’ Beatrice dropped to her knees leafing through everything. ‘Pretty girl, who’s that?’
‘Flora Seymour, she shared the cottage with Marcus and me until last week.’
‘And my goodness, look at that.’ It was a topless Abby stretched out on the grass. Marcus, stripped to the waist, lay beside her, his head on her shoulder, his hand trailing across her ribs.
‘What a beautiful picture, pure Calvin Klein,’ Beatrice examined it in rapture.
‘Flora took it one afternoon. Great, isn’t it?’
‘Certainly is and he
is
gorgeous. What a profile and that gentle passionate mouth. No wonder he wows them on the platform. No wonder Megagram are thrilled to bits.’
is
gorgeous. What a profile and that gentle passionate mouth. No wonder he wows them on the platform. No wonder Megagram are thrilled to bits.’
She emptied the rest of the champagne into Abby’s glass. ‘How does he get on with Rupert?’
‘When are you hoping to get married?’ Beatrice asked finally. She was now kneeling on the floor with her scarlet dress rucked up, and her thighs wide apart so you could see her black lace panties. Her blond bob fell over her hot brown eyes and she displayed a rift of cleavage where the three top buttons were undone.
Viking would have had her upstairs in five seconds flat, thought Abby in sudden anguish.
‘He only has to say, “Hi, sweetheart” in that peat-soft voice and he’s got them horizontal in the car-park.’ She could hear Hugo’s envious disgruntled voice as though it were only yesterday.
‘You OK?’ said Beatrice.
‘Fine,’ mumbled Abby. ‘Must go to the John. Fine,’ she repeated, cannoning off the doorway. Out in the garden she collapsed against an old apple tree, sobbing her heart out. When would she even see Viking again? By the time she’d splashed her face and wiped away the streaked mascara and pulled herself together, Beatrice had her coat on.
‘Mustn’t take up any more of your time. I’m such a fan, you’re so much prettier in the flesh and look so much younger! I hope to get up to the Appleton. Perhaps you and Marcus would have dinner with me. At least, can I have your autograph on my notebook?’
Abby didn’t tell Marcus about Beatrice’s visit. He had inherited Rupert’s pathological loathing of the Press, and she couldn’t remember which papers Beatrice had said she worked for, but the piece was bound to be friendly. She’d been so excited for Abby. Anyway Abby wanted to surprise Marcus with a lovely boost to his career.
SIXTY-THREE
Beatrice’s story broke in
The Scorpion
two days before the Appleton.
CHIP OFF THE OLD BLACK
said the headline.
The Scorpion
two days before the Appleton.
CHIP OFF THE OLD BLACK
said the headline.
The photograph taken by Flora had been blown up and cropped just above the waist so Abby and Marcus looked naked in each other’s arms. ‘L’Appassionata’s Madly in Love’, said the caption.
Abby was quoted as saying that she and Marcus were secretly engaged and planning to make the announcement after the Appleton, so people wouldn’t accuse Abby of favouring Marcus if her orchestra had to accompany him in the finals.
‘
I sure hope he’s going to win, but naturally we’ll treat all the contestants the same
.’
I sure hope he’s going to win, but naturally we’ll treat all the contestants the same
.’
The copy then switched to the record itself which Abby had had secretly made at Christmas as a surprise present for Marcus.
‘
“Everyone thinks Marcus is wealthy, but he hasn’t spoken to his snooty dad in two years.” Rupert cut him off after a family tiff and he is too proud to take any money from his multi-millionaire stepdad, Sir Roberto Rannaldini (family motto: I will dump from a great height)
.“I admire Marcus more than any boy I know,” enthuses Abby. “He sold the twenty-thousand-pound painting by horse artist Alf Munnings his dad gave him for his twenty-first to buy me a ruby engagement ring and he is a wonderful, caring and tender lover. But I hope one day that he, Rupert and Sir Roberto will be reconciled, perhaps at our wedding
.”’
There was a lot of guff about Abby having slashed her wrist four years ago:
‘
When she caught her agent and married lover cheating on her with his secretary: but Abby’s certainly turned her career around. Just back from a wildly successful tour of Spain, next week it’s the Appleton, and she still dreams of taking her orchestra on tour to the US. “But Marcus comes first,” sighs L’Appassionata. “His career is more important because we’re madly in love.”
’
When she caught her agent and married lover cheating on her with his secretary: but Abby’s certainly turned her career around. Just back from a wildly successful tour of Spain, next week it’s the Appleton, and she still dreams of taking her orchestra on tour to the US. “But Marcus comes first,” sighs L’Appassionata. “His career is more important because we’re madly in love.”
’
Abby had never seen Marcus really angry before.
‘How could you, Abby, how fucking could you?’ he yelled. ‘You know I never wanted to get anywhere on Dad’s back, and how could you say I flogged the Munnings? How d’you think Dad’s going to feel, and Mum? And you’ve totally buggered any chance I might have had in the Appleton. Even if I get through the first round they’ll say you pulled strings, or Rannaldini has, and finally that fucking record, you know how I feel about pop music.’
He was blue in the face, gasping for breath, clinging onto the kitchen table.
‘Don’t you remember me warning you. Beattie Johnson was Dad’s mistress between marriages, and his nemesis,’ he went on furiously. ‘She’s been trying to bring him down ever since.’
‘She stitched me up too, right?’ screamed Abby, ‘She never let on she was from
The Scorpion
, it was all off the record. I thought she was a legit music critic, or Megagram wouldn’t have given her an advance copy. It’s their fault for telling her where I live.’
The Scorpion
, it was all off the record. I thought she was a legit music critic, or Megagram wouldn’t have given her an advance copy. It’s their fault for telling her where I live.’
‘It’s your bloody fault; why d’you always blame everyone else?’
‘I wanted people to know how good you are. Someone’s got to blow your own trumpet. You won’t.’
‘By putting out some fucking pop record. Why the hell didn’t you ask me? Because you knew I’d say no.’
‘Because I knew you needed the money.’ Abby was now hurling insults as if they were crockery. ‘I’m sick of having to pay for everything. I’m sick of you wasting your energy on stupid pupils. I’d quite like to be taken somewhere nice occasionally, get a few flowers and chocolates, the odd pin. If it becomes a hit you’ll make a bomb.’
‘Bombs bloody maim and destroy people. Anyway, why the hell did you give them that photograph?’
‘She stole it without asking. I only wanted to show her how beautiful you were. There must be
some
reason I’m throwing myself away on a penniless wimp.’
some
reason I’m throwing myself away on a penniless wimp.’
The telephone rang. Abby ran out of the room. Marcus picked it up, so short of breath he could only croak, ‘Hallo.’
It was Helen. Marcus steeled himself. But his mother was surprisingly chipper. Abby had given her a very good press, and had been quoted as saying:
‘
Marcus gets his looks from his beautiful mother, she’s very supportive of him and is the only member of his family he can relate to
.’
Marcus gets his looks from his beautiful mother, she’s very supportive of him and is the only member of his family he can relate to
.’
‘After all,’ protested Helen, ‘Abby hasn’t said anything that isn’t true. You and she
are
madly in love. Rupert has been fiendish to you all his life, and given you no encouragement at all. And everyone will buy the record now. Abby only meant it as a surprise. Everyone will understand it was just a bit of fun at the office Christmas party. And it’s wonderful publicity for both you and the RSO.’
are
madly in love. Rupert has been fiendish to you all his life, and given you no encouragement at all. And everyone will buy the record now. Abby only meant it as a surprise. Everyone will understand it was just a bit of fun at the office Christmas party. And it’s wonderful publicity for both you and the RSO.’
‘I don’t want to be a fucking pop star.’
‘Kiri and Placido cross over – didn’t do them any harm. You’re overreacting – don’t excite yourself before the competition. At least you and Abby really love each other.’ Helen’s voice broke. ‘I’m sure Rannaldini’s got someone else. He was checking his Interflora bill, but when I came into the room yesterday, his hand shot down over it like a guillotine.’
‘You shouldn’t bloody well have married him,’ howled Marcus, slamming down the telephone.
What was happening to him?
Immediately it rang again. It was the
Sun
and then the
Mail
, then the
Express
and then the whole of Fleet Street, and soon the cars were crunching over the conker husks, splashing up the path to Woodbine Cottage.
Sun
and then the
, then the
Express
and then the whole of Fleet Street, and soon the cars were crunching over the conker husks, splashing up the path to Woodbine Cottage.
‘The only time I escape fucking tension is when I walk out onto the platform,’ Marcus yelled at a flabbergasted Abby.
The RSO the next day were almost as hostile. Management, i.e. Miles rewed up by Hilly, were horrified by the picture in
The Scorpion
.
The Scorpion
.
‘Ghastly vulgar publicity,’ he told Abby furiously, ‘musical directors should not emulate Page Three girls. Any sense of gravitas is totally destroyed and Miss Priddock’s been fielding calls from the tabloids all day.’
‘Then buy her some gloves and a baseball cap,’ snarled Abby.
The Arts Council were also appalled. Gwynneth was particularly disapproving because Gilbert, having bought his own copy of
The Scorpion
, seemed to spend an unconscionable time reading the headline, the caption and the few lines of text flanking Abby’s naked boobs.
The Scorpion
, seemed to spend an unconscionable time reading the headline, the caption and the few lines of text flanking Abby’s naked boobs.
Peggy Parker and Canon Airlie had collective coronaries.
The rehearsals that day were even more acrimonious. When Abby came in to conduct Tchaikovsky’s
Sixth
every single player except Hilary was hidden behind a copy of
The Scorpion
, and all started singing ‘Madly in Love’. Abby started yelling at them and things went from bad to worse.
Sixth
every single player except Hilary was hidden behind a copy of
The Scorpion
, and all started singing ‘Madly in Love’. Abby started yelling at them and things went from bad to worse.
‘If you don’t get your act together after the break I’m walking out,’ shouted Abby.
‘Good,’ said Old Henry to everyone’s amazement.
‘Whaddid you say?’
‘He said, “good”,’ shouted Nellie. ‘Can’t you get it into your thick head, Abby, that without Viking the
Pathétique
is absolutely pathetic.’
Pathétique
is absolutely pathetic.’
Nor did Abby get any help at home. For a few days the Press hung around like starlings settling noisily on a tree, then just as suddenly they all flew off leaving the tree bare and bereft. Marcus retreated into his studio, practising for ten or eleven hours a day until the pieces held no surprises for him. He found it impossible to relax and kept a score beside him at mealtimes as a wall between him and Abby. Unable to sleep since she’d returned, he had retreated at nights to the studio, but was also getting up at first light to intercept the post in case a letter arrived from Alexei.
The morning after the Press took their departure he had heard Dixie’s springer spaniel barking down at The Bordello, and knew the postman would reach Woodbine Cottage in a couple of minutes.
Leaping out of bed, he had hurtled across the lawn, round the corner of the cottage, slap into Abby, wrapped in a towel, hoping for the miracle of a letter from Viking. Both jumped guiltily.
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