CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning, the girls were awoken by a harsh knocking on the door. Melissa did the honours, holding her head with the palm of her hand as the whiskey from the night before appeared to have found a hammer and was banging it repeatedly against her forehead. She pulled on her dressing gown and peered out into the bright sunlight.
"Yes?"
"You and Sarah, rehearsal in the ring. Come."
A groan echoed from the other side of the van as Sarah tried to sit up.
Melissa scowled at the messenger and tapped the face of her watch with one finger. "Half an hour, okay?"
The messenger scowled. Melissa wondered if he understood, but she was past the point of caring.
She dragged herself into the tiny bathroom and had a cold shower to try and wake herself up. When she came out, the sa
