Chapter 8

We had reached our stage area, and mine was empty. We climbed up and set up our instruments. James, who had no need for microphones, bellowed out in a very non-glamorous but very drag-full voice, “Attention ye who traverse here! My young friend Polly Wannasaylor, accompanied by my other friend Maida Coxwell and me, the legendary Entha Privee, will now perform for ye!”