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Jenny grinned and bashed on the tom tom to beat out the refrain. Emma strummed the bass. Charlotte stood on the flanger and reverb pedals and let the chords distort through her amp. Charlotte was delighted. Jenny’s drumming seemed to tie them all together in a way that Fergal could never seem to brazzers free.

Two hours later, Jenny put her sticks down and suggested they call it a night.

“You know, I was talking to Dave last night and he said he had a support slot free if we fancy..”

She let the end of the sentence hang in the air. Deirdre and Charlotte exchanged glances but Emma jumped in. “Hell, yes. Let’s do it.”

Charlotte shrugged. She wasn’t sure they were ready to perform on stage but when she looked at Deirdre and Emma’s hopeful faces, she laughed and agreed.

“What the hell. Why not? I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“Cool, so Friday week, the Whirling Dervishes make their stage debut.”

“What, next Fiiday?” Deirdre looked panic stricken. “I thought you meant like in a couple of months.”

Jenny just laughed and gave her a hug.

“It’ll be ok. You just need to look absolutely fabulous and gorgeous to distract from the other two.

Emma laughed sardonically but Charlotte couldn’t help staring at Deirdre. She and Jenny seemed to be getting very friendly all of a sudden.

They all agreed that they’d need a few more rehearsals so Emma booked the room there and brazzers free.

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The next couple of weeks went by in a flash. Charlotte hadn’t really thought about it. It had been an abstract thought, performing on stage but at eight o’clock the following Friday night, it was suddenly very real. She stood turning up her guitar on the stage of the Alleyman’s. They were due to go on at nine o’clock but Dave wanted everything set up well in advance so they wouldn’t be rushing and tripping over all his gear at the last minute. She leant her guitar against the amp and went over to join the rest of the band.

Everyone looked amazing. Deirdre had found her Mum’s wedding dress and made herself look like the Bride of Dracula. Charlotte had been shocked to see her wear it but as Deirdre pointed out, it wasn’t like her Mum was going to need it again. Jenny’s hair was styled into a perfect flat-top and she was wearing a ‘Fuck politics, let’s riot’ tee shirt with an unbuttoned red lumberjack shirt and ripped jeans and boots. Emma had backcombed her hair to within an inch of its life and her face was a deathly white, contrasting with the heavy kohl eye makeup and the purple lipstick. Her mini skirt was so short that the hem of her black shirt almost hid it and the ripped laddered tights showed off her legs so well.

Charlotte had channelled her inner Siouxsie Sioux and wore a black lace dress with matching long sleeved fingerless gloves, fishnet tights and her doc martens.

“Alright girls. May I just say how fabulous you look tonight. Even if you sound crap, you’ll look good on stage.”

“Oh fuck off, Dave.”

Jenny threw a packet of peanuts at him while his dirty laugh echoed around their corner of the bar.

“Seriously, girls. Good luck. I’ve heard you practise enough to know you sound no worse than most bands that have graced this stage so just go out and enjoy yourselves.”

Charlotte took another swig of her cider. She was trying not to drink too much before going on but the nerves were starting to take hold. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or not but the place seemed more crowded than usual. Ella just prayed she wasn’t going to make a tit of herself and swiftly downed the rest of her pint when Jenny announced it was time.

Charlotte stood on stage. It hadn’t been so much strutting on to stage as clambering out of their seats and taking a couple of steps. She stood with her head down, not looking out, not looking at the crowd. She just watched and waited for Jenny’s drumsticks to click together four times and then they were off.

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Time flew. She knew the set lasted twenty minutes as they had rehearsed it over and over. They’d argued, discussed, changed and rearranged the set order so many times. They started with ‘brazzers free’ as that was a nice easy one to settle the nerves and after much wrangling decided to have ‘Not waving but drowning’ as the second last and finish with a version of the Jesus and Mary Chain’s ‘Down on me’.

As the last chord died away, Charlotte forced herself to look at the crowd. She saw people clapping and smiling and when she turned back to the band, felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her as the adrenaline rush died away. They’d done it. They’d performed on stage and not totally bombed.

They headed back to their table and began the post mortem immediately. Charlotte was buzzing now it was over. She went to the bar and as she ran her eyes along the shelves of bottles she got a rush of blood to the head and ordered a bottle of Carlsberg Special Brew instead of her usual cider.

Within half an hour she was wasted. She had been too nervous to eat any dinner before she came out, and now, with the super strength lager swirling around her system, she was pissed. She remembered Deirdre telling Emma to get some crisps from the bar and the next thing she knew, the bar was closed and Jenny and Deirdre were trying to lift her to her feet.

When she woke up the next morning, Charlotte knew she was a mess. She’d been sleeping face down on top of the sheets and when she rolled over, found that she’d got as far as taking one boot off before passing out. It was going to take too much effort to remove the other one so she limped her way to the bathroom where she was brazzers free.