After a couple of hours of sweating, they had cleared enough space to get the gear set up and working. Matt spent a good ten minutes with Johnny, admiring and discussing Johnny's new drum kit. While they waited for them, Pete chatted with Jenny and Spike.
‘So, what do you think of him then?’ Pete inclined his head towards Johnny and Matt, who seemed to be talking about cymbals.
‘I like him,’ Jenny said. ‘He makes me laugh.’
‘Yes,’ Spike said. ‘I just hope he can play.’
‘I don't fancy telling him, if he can't though,’ Pete said.
‘Why not?’ Spike seemed genuinely puzzled.
‘He scares me.’
‘Really?’ Jenny laughed. ‘But he's only a tiny little thing.’
‘I dunno.’ Pete shrugged. ‘You just get this feeling with some blokes. I dunno… perhaps it is a male thing.’
Spike and Jenny nodded, almost in unison.
‘Besides that, he has been in the army. He probably knows loads of ways of killing with his bare hands and all that.’
‘But he wasn't in the bloody SAS or anything. He was only a musician, a drummer,’ Spike said.
‘Perhaps he knows of a hundred ways to kill someone with just a drumstick then,’ Pete said. ‘Anyway, he still scares me.’
‘But you work with him,’ Jenny said.
‘Only in the way a lion tamer works with lions,’ Pete replied.
[Taken from Dance on Fire – A Novel by David Hadley – available here]
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