Chapter 9
Simply The Best
Carla was booked to do a gig at an RSL club way out on the edge of town. She pleaded with her agent, Eddy, to find her somewhere else.
“Grim Hill RSL! Eddy, is this a joke? You can’t send me out there. There was a bikie riot last month. A bloke was stabbed to death.”
Eddy shrugged. “Don’t believe everything you read in the papers. You Eastern Suburbs types are so precious. Anyway, it’s that or nothing, kiddo.”
“What about that new talent show, Everybody Sings? Can’t you get me an audition?”
“You’re too late. It wouldn’t be your bag anyway. It’s very commercial.”
Carla felt tears of panic threatening to break. “I’ll do more weddings and birthdays – anything but this. I don’t think the Grim Hill audience will like my style.”
“They’re not after opera, honey.
