EVERYONE’S GOT A SONG

Stupid, stupid idea! What was I thinking?’ Coral huffed, clacking down the pub stairs.

Scanning the crowded main bar, she spotted a seat in the corner and began wending her way towards it, holding her cocktail aloft.

‘Excuse me, is that seat free?’ she asked a group of rowdy lads sitting nearby.

‘Go for it,’ one grinned.

She sagged onto it, blowing a tendril of hair up off her face and taking a sip of her drink.

Coral’s work colleague Beth had asked her to come along. It was Beth’s hen do. The rest of the girls from the office were in the upstairs room Beth had hired for a karaoke party.

‘I think I’m busy that night,’ Coral had said when she was invited, but Beth was having none of it.

‘What’s more important than my hen do?’ she’d insisted. ‘Come on, Coral, it’ll be a hoot.’

And Coral had sighed inwardly… Would it,