The Standalones

Chapter Twenty-Six

Ken Preston

23 June 2024

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

“Now what?” Chloe said, glumly.

No-one answered.

“There must be something we can do.” Chloe looked at Scarlett, Chris, and finally Matt. “Look, I know I’ve only been in the band for less than twenty-four hours, but I don’t want The Standalones to end now. We must be able to do something.”

Matt stirred. “Well, we’ve got the gig tonight, and maybe if we can put off meeting the studio heads, and delay the studio recording session, we can get some more gigs and until we have enough money to pay.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Scarlett said. “Chris, what do you think?”

Chris shrugged and just stared at the tabletop, his head bowed.

“Aww, come on, Chris!” Matt yelled. “What’s wrong with you?”

Chris mumbled something.

“What?” Scarlett said.

Chloe suddenly had a bad feeling about this. There was something Chris wasn’t telling them, and it wasn’t good news.

“Speak up, mate,” Matt said. “Tell us what’s wrong, you look like you’re worried about something.”

“Nothing’s wrong with me, alright?” Chris mumbled. “Why can’t you all just leave me alone?”

Scarlett leaned forward, her elbows on the tabletop. “Talk to us, Chris. What’s going on?”

Finally, Chris raised his head and looked at the others. “Your plan’s not going to work. Another couple of gigs isn’t going to get us anywhere near enough money to pay for that recording studio.”

I knew it, thought Chloe.

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