Jun 20, 2021
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” Ruby yelled, sprinting across whatever Gold Coast common room she’d found herself in this evening. Hurdling over somebody’s outstretched legs and slipping between two people having what looked like a pretty personal conversation, she dived towards where she’d plugged her phone into the AUX cord and yanked it out just before Dallas began singing. The first ten seconds of the demo had played; but otherwise she was safe. “Phew,” she breathed theatrically, grinning at the person stood closest. “A demo I’m producing. Can’t have any leaks,” she explained.