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There was one gig left and Elizabeth was determined to perform at it. So the following week she locked up her flat and waited for Clay and Melody to pick her up. They were heading for Bexhill-On-Sea, Jack’s home town. On the journey there, Melody filled Elizabeth in with what had been happening on the tour. Oxford had been a roaring success, Derby not so much and in Worthing, a small portion of the crowd had been downright hostile; throwing beer and trying to invade the stage.
‘It was scary, Lizzie,’ Melody gushed. ‘The bouncers couldn’t control the crowd. I thought the police were going to turn up at one point.’
‘Looks like I missed all the excitement.’ Elizabeth took a bite of her apple and wriggled her toes.
‘How are you feeling, anyway?’ Asked Melody. ‘You gave us all a f
