Chapter 9
The band was in full swing when we entered the club. We paid the cover charge and stepped through the velvet-edged entrance into the dimly lit room. Arriving with George made it feel more like a date. But it wasn’t.
“Wanna grab a drink before the lesson?” George asked.
I nodded and followed him to the bar. A cider might drown the butterflies in my stomach. They still hadn’t realised that this wasn’t a date. We carried our drinks over to the same table we’d sat at last time. I recognised the couple siting at the end of the table.
“Hi. Macie, isn’t it?” I placed my glass on the table and sat next to her.
“Yeah, good memory. It’s a bit of an unusual name. People often get it mixed up with Marcie. You’re Annie, right?”
“Yep,” I said.
Macie turned to George. “And how could I fo
