The Standalones

Chapter Twelve

Ken Preston

9 June 2024

Silhouette of a rock band against a spotlight and the words The Standalones

Chloe’s stomach had transformed into a home for several excitable butterflies. Had she ever felt this nervous before a gig? Maybe when she was eight years old and entered the school talent competition. She’d stood up and sung Tiger Feet, but she’d lost out to Sue Holt and her tap dancing routine.

Chloe had played several gigs over the last year or two, but never in London and never to a crowd this rough and ready looking. Oh, and never with a lion in the room, either.

Chloe swallowed. The crowd assembled in front of The Standalones didn’t exactly look like the typical fans of modern pop music. If anything, judging from the beards, the tattoos and the leather jackets, they were more like heavy rock fans.

And if there was a single woman in the audience, Chloe couldn’t see her.

But The Standalones were here now, ready to play their first ever gig with their new lineup.

No backing out now.

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