Half an hour later, Crimson Tide had stopped for an interval and had disappeared back stage. Their music was still ringing in Juliette's ears and she was buzzing with excitement.
“They are so good,” she said to Alice, who was texting home.
“Told you,” Alice looked up, “fancy another Bacardi?”
“I'll get them via the ladies,” Juliette pulled her bag from underneath the table and stood up. She made her way across the room, weaving around the chairs until she reached the toilets. Of course, there was a line snaking outside the door. It seemed that all the females in the room had had the same idea. Juliette rang her mum's house while she waited. Violet Harris picked up on the tenth ring.
“Hello,” she said, breathlessly.
“Hi Mum, I thought you'd gone out.”
“I was playing let's dance on the
