SEVENTY-NINE
As Navid pulled out of the driveway, I called Jo. Jason answered instead.
"Just who I wanted to speak to," he drawled, as I thought the opposite. "How long before you think you can play? We'll lose our Freo gig if you can't in two weeks..."
"A gig in Fremantle won't last long," I replied impatiently. "I've arranged us a recording contract and a live performance in Melbourne next Friday. I need to talk to Jo and we need to book flights, accommodation..."
"You got us a recording contract? How?" Jason shrieked.
"Give me that," Jo demanded and her voice grew louder. "Caitlin? Why does Jason seem to think we have a recording contract?"
"We don't yet, but we will by next week," I replied. "Part of... the interview that's airing next week. It's a long story, but it's true. We'l
