After a week on-site, the girls had made no progress whatsoever in the prospective boyfriend department. The four of them were still squashed together in the cosy caravan despite being ogled from afar on numerous occasions by various male members of the cast.
One evening, Melissa stood backstage absently watching the hive of activity going on around her. The flying trapeze stood in their white lycra costumes speckled with sequins. On their feet were various coloured clogs. They doused their hands with resin and then wrapped thin, white straps of material around their wrists to aid in their catching. They were so engrossed in their activities they spoke to each other in lowered tones without making eye contact with anyone.
Miguel, the juggler stood to one side religiously practising his s
