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She clutched the microphone in her right hand and gawped at the panel of people seated opposite her. There were six guys in total. Five of them looked young, only in their early twenties and at the end sat a bored-looking older man.
‘Hi!’ One of the younger men lifted up his hand. ‘I’m Jack. Who are you and where are you from?’
‘Elizabeth Ryan.’ She drew the microphone up to her mouth and the power of it made her voice reverberate around the room. ‘I’m from Cornwall.’
‘What are you going to be singing for us today?’ another of the young men asked.
‘Er… Whitney Houston’s I Will Always Love You.’
Jack let out a low whistle. ‘Jeez, that’s a hard song to sing.’
Elizabeth found herself nodding with agreement. She noticed the older man on the end of the row yawning and looking out
