I
just cannot believe the difference of working for a band like Amazon
Harlequin compared with Damp Patch. I don't live at home any more. Joe
Goldman, the manager, moved me into a Docklands apartment they rented
for the last bassist, who left suddenly. What's fantastically (did I
say hysterically) amusing is that the apartment is in one of the blocks
where Peter and I did some plumbing maintenance just a few months ago!
When I borrowed Joe's laptop the other day, he asked me what I really
wanted, and I said a laptop of my own and a broadband connection - so
sooner said, both arrived today. What is that? 3 days ago. Mind
you, I'm working my butt off and I haven't seen much of my lonely bed
yet. The first tour date is less than 3 weeks away, and I've got to
know all the favourites from four albums, plus all the new stuff
Karina and Xaviera haven't finished with yet, before then.Karina
and Xaviera aren't their real names, though they call each other Rina
and Chav, I'm called Melita, Mel for short. One of the penalties is I'm
going to have to wear some weird gear on stage and (laugh your socks
off, Sister Suzanne) a blonde wig!
But, God, the money and
the no expense spared. I cannot believe it. And the other girls are
nice, and encouraging. Chav says I'm as good as Pandora, the girl I'm
replacing, already. Then there's all the technicians and Joe and the
publicists and I haven't met the haircare and make-up crew or the stage
hands and roadies yet but there seems to be hundreds of them.
Oops, there goes the doorbell - [mode=posh] that's my DRIVER come to take me to the REHEARSAL STUDIO in the MERCEDES.[/mode]
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