twenty-nine
Elizabeth was standing in the stage wings, watching a duo finish performing their act. Her knees were literally knocking together and her forehead was covered with perspiration.
‘I don’t think I can do this,’ she said to Melody, clutching her arm. ‘Is it too late to back out?’
‘Don’t you dare!’ Melody tutted with exasperation. ‘You’ll be fine, Lizzie.’
‘Aren’t you scared?’ Elizabeth’s eyes widened as she caught sight of the audience.
‘No, I love it.’ Melody sighed at the incredulous look on Elizabeth’s face. ‘I felt nervous at my first gig but I soon got used to it, so you will be fine. How d’you think those guys feel?’ She pointed to The Rebels, who were hopping on the spot.
‘You’re right.’ Elizabeth exhaled shakily. ‘No one will be looking at me, anyway.’
‘Well, I woul
