I whispered as we bobbed along behind Bambi, “Drummer, I’ve forgotten it.” “What?” Drummer yelled. There was no need for him to whisper. “The routine. It’s gone. Help me!” I heard Drummer groan. That’s supportive, I thought. “OK, I’ve got you covered,” he added. “But try as hard as you can to remember and let me know when it comes back to you.” “What makes you think it will come back to me?” I hissed. “We’re splitting up here, go left…of course it will come back to you. It will! Now we’re making pairs so we need to get level with Bambi.” I looked across the arena and steadied Drum so that we met at the bottom in line with Cat. “You look like you’re about to throw up,” Cat hissed at me. “I can’t remember a single thing!” I hissed back.
