It was the right queue, inasmuch as there was only one queue, they found to Sacha's relief after they'd spent twenty minutes waiting in line. The waiting, however, and as it turned out, was the easy part: when they got to the head of the queue they were asked to present their tickets, naturally, at which point Sacha said with as much confidence as she could muster given her overall uncertainty about the whole enterprise:

"Our names should be on the door."

"Sure thing" said the woman waiting behind the card-table that was serving as a box-office. "What are your names?"

"Sacha and Kate Mills. M-I-L-L-S."

The woman flicked diligently through a card-file collection of names, and then flicked through again to make sure. "Mills, was that?"

"That's right . . ." said Sacha, gaining some kind of satisfaction from the fact that her initial lack of confidence was now being justified.

Kate could sense a growing restlessness in the queue behind them. "Why don't you call Rona" she suggested.

"Yeah" said Sacha, "that's a good idea. Hang on" she said to the woman behind the card-table, "I'll call my friend who was supposed to organise all this. She should already be in there. Hang on." She found her 'phone and dialled Rona's number. To her relief, Rona picked up. "Rona, it's Sacha. Me and Kate - Oh, sorry" she said as the queue started moving again and she and Kate were bumped off to one side until the matter could be dealt with one way or another. "Sorry about that" she said to Rona, "Me and Kate are outside at the moment, but they say they don't have our names on the door. Uh-huh. Okay. We'll see you soon." She hung up, and said to Kate - and to the woman behind the card-table, who glanced in their direction between taking tickets - "she's on her way out."

Sure enough, at that moment Rona appeared at the door, flashing her stamped wrist at the door. "Sacha! Hi! Glad you could make it. And - Kate? Hi! Nice to meet you finally. Okay, let's get this sorted out." She turned to the woman behind the card-table who temporarily halted the influx of people to the gig (to a general noise of dismay from the queue). "I'm Rona McKendrie" she said authoritatively, "I'm here from the Word on the Street. There should be three more tickets there for me."

The woman flicked again through the card-file to Rona's name, the slot from which one ticket had already been taken when Rona arrived. Sure enough, there were three more there. "Ah, here we go!" said the woman happily, as if it would have personally aggrieved her to turn people away from the gig just because they didn't have tickets. She handed two of the tickets to Sacha and Kate. "Enjoy the show, guys!" she said cheerfully.