Linda groaned, then told her to head to the Spiked Pit to practice for that night. She also told Gretchen to call the other two members of their band to tell them to get their shit together and head to the club as well. Linda didn't want to do it herself, apparently.
Gretchen disconnected the call, then dialed one of the two remaining members of their band. The new Gretchen didn't have so much a problem with profanity as with it being unjustly directed at her.
This gig and town was good for them. The prospect was a long term gig as the house band, if the owner liked them enough. And Gretchen was tired of traveling all the time. A few months a year was fun. Not knowing or caring what city you were in was something she could live without.
She dialed another number. "Susan," she started...
