I knew the music was loud because I fell the vibration of the sound in the floor under my feet- Mum put her hands over her ears.

When Jim saw me there was not as much vibration because he stopped playing his drums. He got up and walked over to me and his friends stopped playing too. I think everyone was looking at us, but I'm not sure. All I remember is Jims smile and the love in his eyes before he kissed me.

As I kissed him back, I forgot to be afraid. This was Jim and I loved him. There was nothing to be afraid of.

After a few moments he moved about a metre away and started to sign to me. He made some mistakes, but I understood. Just as he understood when I spoke to him. And I remembered his fast hands on the drums...

There was no problem.

This is what he signed to me: 'Your mum taught me some sign language. Now I'll teach you to play drums. Come with me.'

Before I could answer, Jim took my hand in his. We moved to stand with his friends. Mum was smiling at me. Everyone was smiling.

Jim stood behind me and his hands were on my hands and then I was playing the drums. And the vibration travelled from the drums to my hands and up my arms to my head. It was wonderful.

As wonderful as my small hand on the front of Mum's guitar.