"Hey, I've got some big news!" Mal told Rona later that night.

"What is it?" Rona asked eagerly. There was something about Mal's constant enthusiasm about everything that she found catching.

"We've got a gig!" Mal answered.

Rona couldn't help feeling a little disappointed - after all, Mal and Eric and Steve had played plenty of gigs before. But she didn't want to be the one to bring Mal down. "Well that's great!" she said. But she couldn't help herself: "But . . . What's so special about a gig?"

"Well we haven't had one in ages" Mal pointed out.

"That's true."

"Plus . . ."

"Plus what?"

Rona thought she heard Mal suppressing a giggle on the other end of the line. The corners of her mouth rose in anticipation. "Plus it's at the Point!" Mal exclaimed triumphantly.

"What? Mal, that's amazing! How did you get a gig there? When is it? When do the tickets go on sale?"

"It's gonna be the biggest gig we've ever played" Mal said. "I'm a little bit nervous! I haven't been nervous before a gig for ages. And it's still weeks away!"

"But - how?"

"Steve organised it. He's got a friend, or something."

"Fuck me. Oh, Mal, I wish I was there to give you a big hug! We have to go out and celebrate."

"No!" Mal said. "Me and the guys have to practice. Practice, practice. Real hard. From now 'til the end of the month."

"Is that when it is?"

"Yeah. Oh shit Rona, can you imagine if it sold out!" Wouldn't that be wild!"

"Do you think it will?" Rona asked in amazement.

"Nah" Mal said, instantly dismissing the fantasy. "But . . . Imagine if it did!"