Elizabeth squatted next to Melody on the cold slate floor and watched the lads tune their instruments up.
‘So this is Eduardo’s café?’ she yelled, over the strum of guitars and the beat of drums.
‘It’s his parents’,’ Melody replied. She adjusted her sea-blue silk overshirt, and Elizabeth thought how colourful she looked on such a cold, drab day. ‘I’m so glad you’re working for them, too. I’ve been on my own for the past six months. It will be good to have another female, there’s a little too much testosterone here sometimes, if you get my meaning.’
Elizabeth nodded. ‘I have to admit I’m a little worried about what they’ll expect from me.’
Melody gave her an encouraging smile. ‘Hey, you’ll be fine. I’ve printed off the songs for you. You just need to learn them. We can sort out dance mo
