We sit on chairs in a narrow corridor outside Courtney’s office. She’s left us waiting at least an hour. A looming gloomy cloud surrounding the four of us tells me we’re in for a scalding. What we did wrong I don’t know.
Bored I tap against Geordie’s shoulder. He’s quick to swat me away. I tap my knee instead.
“Play us something.” Geordie nudges at his guitar.
“Don’t you dare,” says Charlie in hushed tones. “We’re in a serious situation.”
“Why? I don’t get it. We haven’t done anything.”
“We’re two years too young to be here, haven’t finished our training, meaning we’re a problem. Be careful of what you say in there.”
“Leave the talking to me,” says Geordie.
“Do you think that wise?”
“Yeah. You’re ill. Danny will start mumbling. And Al will end up sounding blond. Bearing in mind the
