Pete was a guitarist, tall and almost cadaverously pale and thin. Jez, a short black man, was carrying a bass guitar, and Ed, who looked Chinese and was more than a little overweight, was the keyboard player.
Claire greeted them all and then said hello to Nigel, the incredibly young-looking and pimply sound engineer, causing him to blush shyly.
In a surprisingly short time, Frankie had arranged matters so that they were ready for the first run-through of the song and Claire entered the booth, ready to sing her heart out.
As Claire sang she noticed the musicians looking at each other in a puzzled way as they played. Even Nigel was slack-jawed in amazement at her voice.
She came stumbling to a halt, suddenly very self-conscious. "What's wrong?" she asked plaintively.
Nigel spoke to her
