Page 41 of Love Me Till Wednesday

‘Did they?’

Elise took her phone back, pressed a few more buttons and presented Lisa with another web page, showing a short article from an entertainment gossip blog. The headline read “Fallen stars reunion?” above a screen grab from the video. Lisa read the article.

60% of one-hit wonders, The Sapphire Stars, were seen in Camden this morning with a broken down hearse. Surely this has to be a publicity stunt. Could the Stars be about to make a comeback? Or is this the final death knell for the “trippy” Lisa Jones and her fellow rockers who failed to deliver their second album and disappeared into obscurity?

Very clever, getting the trip reference in the heading and the text while turning the knife about their sad demise in 1993. ‘Ha, bloody ha.’

‘Don’t read any more,’ Elise said, taking her phone back. ‘Do you want some tea?’

‘If I wasn’t working, I’d suggest something stronger,’ Lisa said, turning back to her laptop to finish her to-do list for the day in a bid to forget about her latest embarrassing performance.

About an hour later, her phone buzzed with a text from Mel.

Cute crocs!

Lisa tapped out a reply.

Just when I thought I couldn’t embarrass myself any more

She added a laughing emoji.

Her phone buzzed again, this time with a text from Greg.

I thought you said you couldn’t find my crocs?? I need them back. And any news on the house sale? Is it still completing next week?

Miserable git. She wasn’t going to reply to that one.

Then Sam texted her.

WTF?? Cool hearse.

Had it reached Australia already? At least when she tripped up in 1991, it had taken months for it to spread around the world. Now, it had been less than four hours.

Pete wandered into her study.

‘Have you seen the video?’ Lisa asked.

‘Oh yes,’ he grinned.

‘I didn’t think you’d be that pleased to have your dodgy taste in bedroom attire shared across the Internet.’

‘Normally I wouldn’t, but listen to this.’ He looked at his phone. ‘Hi, mate. Long time no see. Sexy pyjamas, though I prefer you naked.’

Lisa grimaced. ‘Did you really need to share that with me?’

‘Sorry, but I think you will like the rest of it.’ He carried on reading. ‘Are you really getting the Stars back together? Text me if you are, as I’ve got a gap on my chat show next Thursday.’

‘Who’s that from?’

‘Andy King.’

‘As in the journalist I caught you in bed with?’

‘The very same. Mr Friday Night.’

‘It was a Thursday, as I recall.’

‘It’s the name of his show.’

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