The Charleston
GEORGIA HILL
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For Geoff because he keeps my heart dancing.
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Title Page Say it with Sequins The Charleston GEORGIA HILL A division of HarperCollins Publishers www.harpercollins.co.uk
Copyright HarperImpulse an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF www.harpercollins.co.uk First published in Great Britain by HarperImpulse 2014 Copyright © Georgia Hill 2014 Cover images © Shutterstock.com Georgia Hill asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins. Ebook Edition © September 2014 ISBN: 9780007562190 Version 2018-05-03 Digital eFirst: Automatically produced by Atomik ePublisher from Easypress.
Dedication For Geoff because he keeps my heart dancing.
Say It With Sequins.The Charleston: A Dance Full of Laughter.
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Say it with Sequins.
The Charleston: a dance full of laughter.
“I’ve danced the Charleston at many a party, although I hasten to add I’m far too young to remember the dance in its heyday. One can dance it on one’s own – but it’s far more fun with a partner. As are most things!” Dame Venetia Denning, actor.
Step One.
Meredith left the stage in a kind of quiet despair. There must be more to life than this, she thought, towelling the perspiration off her brow. Once again, she’d died. Once again, the jokes she’d thought so funny when hunched over the laptop had raised hardly a giggle from a live audience.
“Not so good tonight then, Merry?” Del, the owner of The Last Laugh Comedy Club , caught up with her in the grubby excuse for a dressing room. He gave her a sympathetic smile.
“I’m really sorry, Del. I thought the stuff about being a ginger would go down a storm with them.”
Del laughed. “You’re so not ginger. Post-Christmas it’s always a bit flat,” he offered as explanation. “People are partied out. And there aren’t enough students, and not enough booze in the ones who are here. This lot just want cheap mother-in-law gags.”
They stopped and listened as the crowd rallied out of its stupor to greet Fred Loss, their favourite and a stalwart of the club.
“At least he’ll get a laugh,” Meredith bit out.
“I don’t know what it is, Merry. I think you’re really funny, always have.” Del looked her up and down and raised his eyebrows. “Perhaps it’s your obvious assets.”
Merry put her hands over her not inconsiderable bosom. “What, flatten myself down?” She tugged at a lock of auburn hair despondently. “Shave my head? And I’ve tried every diet known to man – and woman.” She looked down at herself. “I’m just built to be curvy.”
Del blew out a breath. “It’s always tough on women in this business and even harder if you’re an attractive one. People say they don’t find beautiful women funny.” He shrugged apologetically. “As I said, I find you hilarious, but then I know you. Look Merry, I don’t know how to say this.” Del rubbed a hand over his face, embarrassed.
Meredith put up her hands in surrender. “Don’t worry Del, I’ll spare you the speech. I quit.”
“Well, it’s that…” Del began.
“I know. I know. If the comic isn’t funny, the audience goes home.”
“And stays home.” Del finished miserably.
“You’ve given me a chance in a lifetime. More than a chance. I can’t thank you enough.” Merry gave a tight smile.
The club owner grinned sheepishly. “Give my love to your aunt won’t you? Fancy a drink later?”
Merry shook her head. “No, I’m shattered. Going home. I’ll make sure I give your regards to Venetia.”
Merry watched as Del hurried out of the door of the tiny room, towards the bar, clearly relieved he hadn’t had to actually sack her. It had been his relationship with her aunt Venetia that had got her the job in the first place. Venetia had called in a favour from Del. She’d known him, when he’d been a die-hard Goth, back in their wild partying days. Venetia, now a respectable Dame and doyenne of stage and screen, was terrifyingly bossy. Few dared to say ‘no’ to her and live, or at least survive professionally.
“Well,” said an annoyingly persistent voice in Merry’s head, “I’ll have to ring her up and admit I’ve failed. Again.” She picked up her bag, hunted for her bottle of water and drank deeply. Once her thirst had been satisfied, she stuffed her things into her rucksack and swung it onto her shoulder. Giving a last affectionate glance around the cramped dressing room, she called goodbye to one or two people through the murk in the club and went out into the unwelcoming night.
It was icy. Cycling home past students, just coming out for the evening, she wondered quite why she was putting herself through this.
To keep her parents happy, she’d finished her degree in English Lit at Magdalen College, but had missed the hoped for first as she had been too busy appearing in Oxford Drama Society productions. The acting bug had bitten deep and hard. Encouraged by her paternal great-aunt, Merry had pursued a dual career on the stage as actor and comedian. Bits and pieces of acting jobs had come her way, mostly courtesy of fellow students, but they’d dried up recently. So, she’d begged a favour off Del and had appeared at the comedy club for the last week. She knew she was funny. She knew she was clever and witty, but somehow she could never get that across to her audience. Ever the optimist, she’d been full of hope that her wry, affectionate observations on life would go down a storm with the Oxford audiences. What she hadn’t bargained for was that the combination of an alcohol fuelled audience and a woman under fifty simply meant catcalls and heckles to get her tits out. She’d died onstage every night. And every night she’d died a little bit inside too.
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