Bex strummed her bass. The Medicine Dolls set hadn’t started, but already there was a crowd gathering in front of the stage. Mostly male, and mostly on the bass player’s side. Gorgeous blondes with haunting voices, Jim Morrison tattoos and fishnet stockings had that effect on Valhalla regulars.
Noddy was looking for his own gorgeous blonde. Janine hadn’t arrived yet for her shift. Dirk wasn’t around to explain why she was late, so Noddy’s mind had spun into unhealthy speculation. Was she sick? What had the doctor said? There were times when Noddy wished he had a job and an office and a normal life, where people could reach him when something happened. These times were few and far between. But today had been one of them. In fact, today had been all of them.
He looked across at the bar. Sylvana, the other barmaid, caught his eye and shook her head.
Then Greg bounced onto the stage, launching straight into Girls and Poison, kissing on the dancefloor, lines in the bathroom. Anyone seated in the club shot to their feet, Doc Martens and pixie boots all drawn irresistibly towards the hottest band to ever come out of Cape Town.
Extract from Dancing in Valhalla. 13 twisted tales of music, magick, mayhem & murder. Some set in sunny South Africa where, for many, these are part of everyday life.
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