“Gang, we’re forming a band,” said Des as he entered the room.
“That conversation started in the middle. Bring us in,” Mera said. She sat at a card table playing dominoes with the rest of the housemates.
“Music is a reflection of our time and we need to make a mark now more than ever,” Des explained.
“I’ll bite,” Mera said, “what sort of style you thinking?
“Ska? Old school. Nice,” Mera nodded agreement.
“I have a name too. The Great Horn of Ska-frica.” Des smiled.
“Seriously?” Mera was unsure of the brilliance.
“Trumpets and Crumpets was already taken.”