Apparently her computer had crashed right in the middle of printing the programmes. “I know, I know, it’s the most ridiculous thing ever! We’re doing a show called CRASH! and my computer goes and dies on me just when I need it most.” “Can’t you get the programmes printed at a proper printing shop?” Tara suggested. Mandy ran her hand through her hair, sighing. “I wish I could, Tara, but it would cost a bomb. I want them printed in colour and we need about two hundred. Anyway, I can’t waste any more time worrying about it right now. Let’s sort out the costumes and crack on.” Sam took me by the hand. “Come on, we’ll ask her now.” “She’ll never say yes,” I said, pulling back. “She’s in such a bad mood already, it’s hopeless.” But Sam didn’t take any notice, she just yanked me back towards Mandy as if I hadn’t said a word.
