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+ Learning To Fly's Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Wanted I'd sent in a picture and CV like the ad said. Then a couple of days later the phone rang. Could I come for the audition and bring some music to dance to? The tape I took with me was 'Let Me Be Your Fantasy' by Baby D; it was a club tune that had become a hit that November. It was very housey, so when they put it on I just jigged about. As for the song, 'Mein Hen-', it must have given everyone a good laugh. Most auditions are run on similar lines but this was so unprofessional. It was just these couple of guys watching, they didn't even look at my portfolio. The main one, the one with the dream of having this band, was Steve Andrews, real Sarf London, but good-looking in a cheesy kind of way, tanned, quite built, dark hair, the sort you could just hear your mum saying, 'Oh, what a handsome boy.' And he was — from a distance. But close up you could tell that most of it — especially the tan - was fake. 'So, right', Victoria. Fanks fa comin'. We'll call ya.' Usual thing. But a couple of days later, he actually did phone. Could I come for a recall? A club in the Uxbridge Readjust beyond Shepherd's Bush. Clubs are pretty sad places in the daytime. You feel a stripper's about to come on at any moment and start letting it all hang out, literally. Funnily enough, it turned out Steve was a stripper - his day job, as it were. There must have been about ten of us. So we're all there, disco lights going, giving it everything around this seedy dance floor, singing 'Band of Gold'. But nobody's looking at us, the nightclub crew and the barmen are all wandering around doing all that clearing