The phone rings. It’s him. I answer it. He sounds almost frightened.

“Hi, where are you? Is there anyway at all, I mean would you be able to? Could you? If at all possible get to a gig in Blah Blah Street? There was a problem with the booking, she didn’t confirm it with me, and now she’s stuck. It’s due to start at 10.30.”

“What time is it now?” I ask

“10.30. I’ll text you her number, can you make it?”

“How much?” I ask

“150 an hour and a half”

“Ok Ok I’ll do it” I say

“And I’ll take 30 off the top” he says