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‘Yeah, sorry about that. Don’t wait up. I’ll be late.’
‘Con, I...’ Sorcha sighed.
‘What?’
‘Oh, ’tis nothing. Goodbye.’
Sorcha put the telephone down. Her mind was made up. She’d tried to tell him, but it was obvious what came first in Con’s life. It wasn’t her any more.
Lulu was right. She had to make her own future.
16
‘So, lads, the contracts are signed and the studio is booked for next week. There’s only one last thing I’m not happy with. We haven’t hit on the right name for the group.’
The four band members were lounging in Freddy’s sitting room. He was in the process of tearing the gold foil from the top of a bottle of champagne.
‘I rather liked The Leopards,’ sniffed Todd.
‘Sorry, Todd, it just doesn’t sit right. The only bit that we should keep is “the”. “The” something works well. Any ideas, anyone?’
‘How about The Flies? Insect names seem to be the thing at the moment,’ quipped Derek.
‘Nope, it’s too clichéd. Next!’ smiled Freddy.
‘Blue Heaven? Yeah, I like that,’ Ian offered, to no reaction at all.
Freddy stared blankly back at him. ‘Yeah. Anything else?’
The boys shook their heads, before Con eventually spoke up.
‘How about The Fishermen? I’ve always thought it was a grand name for a band,’ said Con.
‘You would: you’re an Irish Catholic,’ Todd said cynically.
‘The Fishermen.’ Freddy mulled it over in his mouth. ‘The...Fishermen...’ Yeah, I quite like that,’ he nodded.
‘Me too,’ said Ian.
‘It’s good,’ said Derek.
Todd rolled his eyes heavenwards.
‘Well, if anyone comes up with something better,’ Freddy said, ‘let me know. For now, time for champagne. Here’s to the hottest group to hit the music business in years!’
‘We hope,’ said Todd, taking a glass from Freddy.
‘No more of that talk. You all have to believe it’s going to happen. Otherwise no one else will. Cheers. To The Fishermen.’
‘To The Fishermen,’ they chorused.
‘So, next Thursday, it’s back into the studio. We’ll trot out a mix of your own stuff, Con and Todd, and some tried-and-tested hits. I’ve already been in touch with a couple of record companies, warning them that a demo will soon be on its way.’
‘I have a few songs as well, actually, Freddy,’ said Derek.
‘Then bring them along.’
‘I will.’ Derek’s face lit up.
