The Charleston. Georgia Hill

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Название The Charleston
Автор произведения Georgia Hill
Жанр Зарубежный юмор
Издательство Зарубежный юмор
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isbn 9780007562190

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      Say it with Sequins

      The Charleston


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      First published in Great Britain by HarperImpulse 2014

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      For Geoff because he keeps my heart dancing.



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       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