I started singing.
The audience rose to their feet.
The sounds of screaming, cheering, crying fans were music to my ears….get it!?
Sure enough, I was offered many “contracts”.
Not sure whether the audience was full of hit men or record executives.
Someone told me rather unkindly, that they were the same thing.
I had ice cream. A banana. A coffee and a toffee.
What a stroke of luck.