thirty-seven
Their arrival in Wrexham didn’t start well. According to Carolyn it was a disaster. The hotel which she had reserved had double-booked them and there was no room at the inn, so to speak. While the band stayed on the tour bus playing electronic hand games, Carolyn enlisted Elizabeth to help in her search for another hotel. Carolyn had travelled in her own car, with Jason. They hadn’t had to endure hours of banter and blaring MTV while making their journey across miles of motorway. Elizabeth had been thankful for Melody’s presence. The atmosphere between the five lads was amicable, but there was a little bit too much testosterone flying around for her liking.
To add to the imbalance of the sexes, Jason had taken on two burly security staff. Max and Frank were here to keep the
