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say,” Dan grumbled in his Mancunian accent, picking up his bass guitar and almost flinging it next to an amp.
    “Cosy, more like.” The drummer came and stood next to Cam, reaching out a hand as he did so. “I’m Tony,” he said with a smile, his voice rolling with broad, northern Irish tones. Although considerably smaller than Cam, he held himself with a cheeky confidence, no doubt aided by his powerful if compact physique. As he spoke, Dianne noticed that he wasn’t staring at her but instead looking over her shoulder, something which caused her to frown.
    Seeing her expression, Tony gave a sheepish grin. “Ah, I was just wondering if you’d come on your own.”
    Dianne looked perplexed for a moment then, when she realised what he was talking about, she laughed out loud. “I’m afraid Janey didn’t join me.”
    For a second, Tony looked genuinely disappointed but quickly covered it up. “Probably for the best, eh? This old heap of shit probably would break down if we crammed any more people in it. Still, she was good for a laugh, was Janey.”
    “Is that all she was good for?” Dianne asked, one eyebrow raised.
    Tony leaned in conspiratorially: “Well, just between you and me, she was a right dirty bitch—and I mean that as a compliment in the highest possible terms.”
    “I’ll be sure to tell her next time we speak.” Something about Tony’s smile and the glint in his eye made Dianne laugh rather than take offence at his words while Cam shook his head at his friend’s remarks.
    “What was that?” The final member of Black Ark, the keyboard player, had come up to see what was going on. With his long, blond hair falling across his face, and a soft, almost feminine cast to his features, at first glance he looked by far the youngest of the group, barely out of his teens. As she looked at him more closely, however, Dianne realised that he was in truth probably very close in age to the others, around his mid twenties. His accent was more clipped than the others, a registered pronunciation that could have been from anywhere in the home counties.
    “I was just telling this lovely lady what a delightful time we had with her friend the other night.”
    At this, the blond youth blushed and looked at her shyly before his own eyes also flickered past Dianne, evidently hoping for the same result as Tony.
    “For God’s sake, you two,” Cam said with quiet exasperation, “try and keep your mind on the job and out of your pants for at least a second.
    “Easy enough for you to say,” the blond keyboard player said. “From what I can see you’re going to be doing a lot of your thinking down there.”
    “Oh, I’m sure we can all find the means to do the same, if this beauty is anything like her mate,” Tony said with a wink, causing Dianne to open her mouth in mock horror.
    “Eh, you two, she’s mine,” Cam growled proprietarily, sliding one arm around Dianne’s shoulders.
    “Yours?” she asked him ironically.
    “You heard her,” Tony chipped in. “Property is theft, and all that. One for all and all for one.”
    “Great,” muttered Cam, releasing Dianne from his embrace. “We’ve turned into the three fucking musketeers.”
    “Ignore Tony,” the keyboard player said to her, extending his hand now for her to shake. “He’s always pushing it —it’s just his way—but he’s harmless really. Well, mostly harmless. I’m James.”
    “If I didn’t push things, how on earth would you get laid, Jim?” mocked Tony, nudging his friend in the ribs. James winced, though whether it was from the nudge or name Dianne wasn’t sure.
    She decided to cut across the banter for a moment. “I’m Dianne,” she told the pair of them.
    “Oh, we know all about you,” Tony said with a wink.
    “Indeed,” James added with a shy smile. “Someone’s been talking about you constantly since the other night.”
    It was Cam’s turn to look bashful at this but before he could speak Dan called out: “Are