One Night Only (94 page)

“
Y
eah
,
watchin
g
other
s
makin
g
a
foo
l
ou
t
o
f
themselves
an
d
makin
g
noise
s
the
y
shoul
d
onl
y
b
e
makin
g
b
e
h
i
n
d
close
d
door
s
o
f
thei
r
ow
n
hom
e
an
d
the
n
doin
g
i
t
myself!”
sai
d
Gina
.
“Believ
e
me
,
fo
r
reason
s
othe
r
tha
n
I
wis
h
to
discuss
,
I
wil
l
neve
r
forge
t
tha
t
night!
”

“Look
,
it
’
s
hardl
y
lik
e
we’r
e
goin
g
t
o
hav
e
a
microphone
force
d
dow
n
ou
r
throats,
”
sai
d
Ruth
.
“I’
m
prett
y
eas
y
.
I
say
w
e
g
o
i
n
fo
r
a
whil
e
an
d
i
f
it
’
s
no
t
ou
r
cuppa
,
w
e
le
ave
again
.
Simples.
”

“A
t
last
,
someon
e
wit
h
a
bi
t
o
f
sense,
”
sai
d
T
ess,
alread
y
throug
h
th
e
doo
r
.
“It
’
s
no
t
a
s
i
f
we’l
l
b
e
locke
d
in
foreve
r
.
Com
e
o
n
fo
r
th
e
craic
!
I
alread
y
kno
w
wha
t
I’m
goin
g
t
o
sing!
”

“
I
be
t
yo
u
do!
”
sai
d
Poll
y
,
followin
g
he
r
siste
r
inside
.

Ther
e
wa
s
a
cove
r
charg
e
o
f
te
n
eur
o
eac
h
an
d
Ruth pai
d
fo
r
i
t
automaticall
y
.

“Go
d
bles
s
yo
u
again
,
littl
e
horsie,
”
sai
d
Gin
a
when
sh
e
wa
s
tol
d
t
o
pu
t
he
r
purs
e
awa
y
.
Sh
e
kep
t
forgetting abou
t
thei
r
bi
g
wi
n
sinc
e
sh
e
ha
d
bee
n
otherwis
e
occupied a
t
th
e
tim
e
o
f
th
e
race
,
whic
h
mean
t
sh
e
kep
t
being
pleasantly
surprised
every
time
she
was
reminded
that
the
nigh
t
ou
t
wa
s
no
w
t
o
b
e
totall
y
o
n
th
e
house
.
Result
!

W
alkin
g
int
o
th
e
karaok
e
ba
r
wa
s
lik
e
steppin
g
bac
k
in t
ime
.
I
t
wa
s
carpete
d
i
n
th
e
wackies
t
combinatio
n
o
f
swirly
colour
s
includin
g
pink
,
yello
w
an
d
gree
n
an
d
Polly
’
s
head
bega
n
t
o
spin
.
Eve
n
th
e
barma
n
looke
d
retr
o
wit
h
hi
s
pink shir
t
an
d
skinn
y
blac
k
ti
e
an
d
th
e
stool
s
wer
e
one-legged
silve
r
dial
s
tha
t
als
o
spa
n
whe
n
yo
u
sa
t
o
n
them
.
King
Kon
g
wa
s
givin
g
i
t
load
s
o
n
th
e
microphon
e
an
d
i
t
wasn
’
t
har
d
t
o
se
e
wher
e
h
e
go
t
hi
s
nam
e
from
.
H
e
wa
s
a
t
least sixt
y
year
s
old
,
bal
d
a
s
a
coot
,
wit
h
a
hug
e
bod
y
an
d
a
fac
e
tha
t
wa
s
a
s
hair
y
a
s
th
e
to
p
o
f
hi
s
hea
d
shoul
d
have been
.
Poll
y
hate
d
th
e
plac
e
eve
n
mor
e
whe
n
sh
e
sa
w
him. “There
’
s
n
o
on
e
here,
”
sh
e
said
.
“I’
m
sur
e
ther
e
are
othe
r
place
s
tha
t
ar
e
les
s
vomit-inducing!
”

Sh
e
ha
d
t
o
shou
t
ove
r
th
e
dulce
t
tone
s
o
f
th
e
karaoke maste
r
wh
o
wa
s
singin
g
t
o
a
tin
y
empt
y
woode
n
dance floo
r
tha
t
wa
s
watche
d
ove
r
b
y
a
ghastl
y
U
V
light
.

Gin
a
sa
w
a
n
opportunit
y
.
Sh
e
woul
d
pu
t
tha
t
horrible nigh
t
wit
h
T
revo
r
behin
d
he
r
an
d
star
t
enjoyin
g
lif
e
a
s
it was
.
Sh
e
woul
d
b
e
th
e
ne
w
Karaok
e
Quee
n
an
d
sh
e
would
sin
g
an
d
danc
e
he
r
hear
t
ou
t
i
f
sh
e
wante
d
to
!