Knife Edge (15 page)

Well, here I was outside the Dew Drop Inn and I was so nervous I felt like I was about to pass out. I mean, it was only a club for heaven's sake. It wasn't exactly the Royal Capital Hall so why was I getting so worked up? The fact that it'd taken me over an hour to get ready earlier didn't help to steady my nerves. I'd tried on my favourite cream-coloured dress, followed by beige jeans and a black shirt but neither outfit did the trick. I finally settled for my black jeans and a loose-fitting sparkly silver top. I didn't want anything hugging my boobs too tightly.

I took a step back to get a better view of the Dew Drop Inn. At least, that's the reason I told myself. It took all my willpower to stop myself from walking backwards until I could turn and run. It really wasn't a bad setting though – a club opposite the common with now closed and boarded-up shops on either side. Not too many residents to complain about the noise then.

Jaxon and the others were trying to find somewhere safe to park the van as it had all the equipment in it. Sonny brought his own portable keyboard and Jaxon brought his guitar. Even though the club already had a drum kit, Rhino insisted on bringing his own drumsticks. When I asked him why, he told me very condescendingly, 'I'm a professional. My sticks are an extension of my hands. So where I go, they go.'

That's me told! I thought as he walked off. Rhino definitely didn't like me. But I wasn't about to burst out crying over it.

I'd insisted on getting out to get some air and stretch my legs. Really I just needed to get away from the lads and their talk of gigs past, present and future. They didn't seem to realize that each word was just making me more and more panicky.

The queue was beginning to build up so I thought I'd better join it and keep a place for the others. Five minutes later I was still waiting for the guys to turn up and I was almost at the front of the queue. Two lean, mean Cross bouncers, dressed in black suits and wearing discreet headsets, stood at the door, selecting who could go in and who couldn't. One of the bouncers had on a purple shirt; the other one's shirt was dark blue but they both looked remarkably similar. Was it some kind of bouncer uniform then? Looking around, I couldn't help noticing though that the queue consisted solely of Crosses, except for the occasional Nought girl.

'All alone, love? In you go.' Purple Bouncer smiled and waved me inside.

I looked around desperately. I couldn't go in without Jaxon and the others. I didn't have a clue where I was meant to go once I was inside or what I was meant to do.

'Are you going in or not?' said Blue Bouncer im-patiently. 'You're holding up the queue.'

And then I saw the guys running towards me.

'Where did you park?' I asked. 'The other end of the country?'

'It's no joke trying to park around here,' Jaxon told me.

We all started to go in together. The bouncers leapt in front of us.

'It's OK,' I told them. 'We're all together.'

'They're not coming in here,' Purple Bouncer told me.

'Excuse me?'

Purple Bouncer looked at me with undisguised disdain. 'They can't come in here. You can. They can't.'

'Why not?'

'Those are the rules,' said Blue Bouncer, adding for my benefit, 'Maybe you should select your . . . friends with more care.'

'Listen, you tosser, we're booked to play here tonight,' said Jaxon. 'We're the entertainment.'

The bouncers exchanged a look. 'You'll have to go in round the back.'

'So we can sing here, but we can't dance or drink here? We can't even enter through the front door. Is that it?' Jaxon asked furiously.

'Those are the rules,' Blue Bouncer repeated.

I was about to tell him exactly what he could do with his rules when he added, 'Are you part of this band then?'

'Yes, I am,' I said through gritted teeth.

'Well, you can come in this way. But you others will have to go round the back,' said Blue Bouncer.

I stared up at him, speechless.

'Come on, Jaxon,' said Rhino, cold, hard resignation in his voice. 'We need this gig – remember?'

Sonny, Rhino and Jaxon headed off without even waiting for me. They'd just taken it for granted that I'd go through the front entrance and leave them to find the back door. So I went through the front entrance. But I wasn't going to leave it there. No way was this the end of it.

'Are any other bands due to sing tonight?' I asked the bouncers from over the club threshold.

'Yeah, one other. But they've already arrived,' said Purple Bouncer. 'They're in the changing room behind the stage.'

'Where can I find the owner of the club?' I asked with a smile.

Blue Bouncer looked me up and down then obviously decided I was too weedy to pose any real threat. 'Mr Kosslick is in his office – the room above the bar. But he doesn't like to see anyone without an appointment.'

'Oh, don't worry. I'll certainly make it worth his while,' I said silkily.

I walked into the club. There were toilets to one side of the corridor and a cloakroom on the other, with Nought staff to take the coats. The double doors straight ahead revealed an open space beyond with a dance floor. On the other side of the dance floor was a raised stage with tables and chairs all around the edges of the room. Spotlights lit up the stage and the dance floor. Against the far left wall was a long bar which was already doing a roaring trade, if the number of people standing over there waiting to be served was any indication. Most of the bar staff were Noughts, as were most of the waiters and waitresses as far as I could see. I looked above the bar. Two large lit windows looked out over the people below, like the eyes of some predatory animal. But from where I was standing, it was hard to see past the windows as the blinds in the office were semi-closed.

I made my way to the bar, working out en route that the stairs were to the left of and slightly behind the bar. I waited until the bartenders were busy then ran up the uncarpeted stairs. I knocked on the door and waited. A few seconds later, the door opened.

'Mr Kosslick?'

'Yes?' A Cross man in a quiet but very expensive suit opened the door.

'I'm Ridan.' I put out my hand.

He shook it even though he obviously didn't have a clue who I was.

'What a lovely office,' I said, brushing past him before he could protest.

'Can I help you?' he asked, shutting the door behind him.

My heart was pounding by now but I was going to go through with this. Nothing could make me back out now.

'Well, I was hoping we'd be able to help each other.' I turned to him with a smile.

'Oh yes?'

I'd definitely aroused his curiosity now. He looked me up and down. And I let him do it. I knew I looked good. My figure was right back to what it'd been before I'd got pregnant, except for my breasts. They were still two sizes bigger than normal but this git wasn't about to complain. I was wearing black jeans and a silver-coloured top and my make-up had been carefully applied-to instil confidence if nothing else.

'I'm with the Midges,' I explained. At his blank look, I continued, 'One of the groups you hired to sing for you this evening?'

'Oh yes,' said Mr Kosslick. 'You've got three blankers backing you up as I understand it.'

Careful to keep the smile on my face, I replied, 'Yes, that's right. That's why I'm here actually.'

'I'm listening.'

'Well, Mr Kosslick. . .' I sat on the edge of his vast table and crossed my legs. I stuck out my chest and hoped fervently that the breast pads wouldn't slip out of my bra before I'd finished. 'I was wondering if I could pick up our fee for the night now?'

'Why?' Mr Kosslick's smile vanished.

'If I tell you, d'you promise you won't think badly of me,' I asked coyly.

'I doubt if I could do that,' said Mr Kosslick, but he still looked suspicious.

'It's just that, well, I want to be a solo singer. But a girl has to start somewhere,' I began. 'So I was thinking that once you've heard me sing, if you like what you hear – and see – then maybe you could sign me up to sing regularly in your club. Without the others – if you follow my drift.'

'Oh, I'm way ahead of you,' smiled Mr Kosslick.

I doubt that, I thought sourly. But I kept on smiling.

'But that still doesn't explain why you need your fee up front,' he continued. 'That's not how I do business.'

'Oh and I can understand why if you're dealing with . . . blankers. But I'm a Cross, Mr Kosslick, so I'm not about to run out on you,' I said. 'I know you'll want me once you've seen me sing, so I want to tell the guys that I'm gone once we've finished our set. I thought if I could pay them off immediately then they won't come up here and cause any trouble.'

When Mr Kosslick opened his mouth to argue, I rushed on. 'I'm sure you can take care of yourself and you've got those lovely, muscled bouncers on the door but I don't want to cause you any more trouble than necessary. Otherwise you might change your mind about hiring me.'

'I see.'

'Please, Mr Kosslick. You won't regret it, I promise,' I said, trying to make my expression as vacuous as possible. 'I'll make sure the guys get paid off and they head out the back door like meek little lambs. Deal?'

'I don't know . . .'

'I really can sing,' I carried on. 'D'you want me to prove it for you here and now? 'Cause I will.'

'Go on then.' Mr Kosslick sat back in his chair.

My heart sank. I was afraid he'd say that.

'Anything in particular you want me to sing for you?' I asked, trying to muster my courage, which seemed to be oozing out of every pore in my body.

Mr Kosslick considered. 'Sing
Fantasy.'

This wasn't what I'd been planning at all, but I could hardly back out now. Ignoring the elephants stampeding through my stomach, I took a deep breath and started. I'd got the first verse and chorus out of the way before I realized that Mr Kosslick's frown was deepening. I trailed off, my heart thumping.

'What's the matter?' I asked.

'This is a nightclub, not a CD-player,' he told me.

'I'm not with you.'

'You've got a voice, but what about the rest? You've got to move, dance, do something to show a little stage presence,' Mr Kosslick told me. 'Otherwise you might as well be a song on the radio.'

'I see,' I said. And I did see. 'Can I start again?'

'Go on then.' Mr Kosslick now looked distinctly unimpressed.

I took another deep breath, smiled at him and started singing. But this time I moved with it. I swayed and danced along to my own singing, pretending I was a real pop star in front of a crowd of adoring fans. And I got into it surprisingly quickly. But then I'm good at pretending. Always have been. This time, I finished the song. And by the time I got to the end, Mr Kosslick was grinning at me.

'That's more like it,' said Mr Kosslick. 'Come and see me after your set and we'll sort out your contract.'

'So I can sing at your club on a regular basis?' My surprise wasn't feigned.

'Of course. You have a great voice,' he told me. 'You still need a lot of work with your delivery but I can help with that. Once you've signed up with me, we can get down to some serious work. You've definitely got something . . . I'll send you for singing and dancing lessons and teach you everything you need to know. You won't learn a damned thing hanging around with blankers.'

'Thanks, Mr Kosslick,' I smiled. 'I won't let you down.'

He opened a drawer and threw a plain brown envelope at me with
The Midges
written on it in spidery writing.

'Thanks ever so much,' I grinned.

'Here's a little extra something just for you,' said Mr Kosslick, digging into his pocket and pulling out a couple of extra notes. 'And once you've signed on with me, there'll be plenty more where that came from.'

'You won't be disappointed, Mr Kosslick,' I said, fluttering my eyelashes.

Clutching the envelope in one hand and my bonus in the other, I made my way out of the office and down the stairs, knowing full well he was watching me every step of the way. As I made my way backstage, I checked the envelope to make sure it had every penny of the money we were owed in it. It did. I made my way to the one changing room that everyone had to use. It was large, with mirrors lining three of the four walls. A fold-up screen hid one corner of the room. I figured it was so that if men and women were sharing the changing rooms at the same time, then it'd provide some privacy if you needed to change your clothes. The room was basic but comfortable.

The other band was already there – five Nought men in matching, dark-blue leather outfits. Jaxon said we should dress smart but not dress up, otherwise it would look like we were trying too hard. This lot obviously didn't think the same.

'Hi, I'm Ridan. My band were going to play here tonight as well, but we've decided to abandon ship.'

'Why?' the tallest Nought asked me sharply.

'Don't you know?' I said, astounded. 'Mr Kosslick has been warned that the Liberation Militia are going to make an appearance here tonight. That's why they've got all that heavy security on the door. But the
L.M.
are determined to cause trouble – and I'm not going to be anywhere near this place when the bullets start flying. Good luck.'