The concert is a success again and I feel a rush of adrenaline going through my veins as I retreat to the dressing room. Tina follows closely behind and smiles at me.

“You were wonderful, baby, I’m so proud of you,” I tell her. She comes to me and hugs me tight.

“I told you I wouldn’t be able to hold it,” she says. “You did unbelievingly good, I’m so proud of you. And the public really liked your songs.”

“I know,” I grin. “Isn’t life perfect?”

“I’d have to agree.”

We leave the dressing rooms after we’ve changed, ready to face people who want to talk to us. We soon get lost in conversations, drifting apart from each other.

I’m just talking to Dana when I see a guy in the corner of my eye who is standing very close to Tina. His hand is on her arm and I can see on her face she doesn’t like it. I feel fury coming up, I could kill that bloke with my bare hands.

“I’m so sorry, Dana,” I apologize. I move my head in Tina’s direction, she looks and says: “I understand.”

I go to Tina and as I approach I overhear the conversation.

“I’m flattered, but I’m really not interested,” Tina says in a determined voice I know she only uses when she’s a bit irritated by someone who is pushy. “I have a girlfriend, as you’ve noticed. I’m gay.”

“Not until you’ve played with this one,” the guy says, grabbing his crotch. That’s where I chime in, wrapping my arms around Tina.

“Hey, baby, having a good time?” I ask her, giving her a long kiss.

“Yeah, this guy doesn’t understand we’re gay, tough. Thinks we want a big dick.”

I look at the guy and smirk, looking down to his crotch. “Like he can give us that, even if we wanted it.” I turn to him and say: “I’m a big girl. I like big things. I don’t think you would make the cut.”

His face falls and he walks away angrily, muttering something about ‘dyke bitches.’

“Thanks,” Tina says, kissing me.

“No problem. Now let’s get outta here, I believe I owe you a reward.”

“Yes you do, Mrs Kennard.”