Great part, Terry and just littered with gems.
Like ...
I’ve known reliable drummers who couldn’t keep a beat if they were wired to a metronome
and ...
“What?” cried Lois. “You’re willing to put our sound – our professional future – in the hands of some half-drunk mostly-deaf washed-up bottle-dropping brainless stumblebum?”
I have to admit I'm not completely sure what a 'stumblebum' is, but I can get the gist of it. We probably have an equivalent Aussie word.
I also loved Lois's coolness towards Clark and his response.
He shook his head. He just hoped he wouldn’t turn out to be lousy. And if one of them had to kiss him, why couldn’t it be the brunette?
Great story
Corrina.
