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‘Only one. The uncle of one of the boys in the group arranged for us to record a few of our songs. The tape had a few airings on radio and then died.’
Genevieve had bought it though, and played it all summer, and she and Felicia had sung along to it. Felicia still knew all the words by heart. ‘You weren’t really famous?’ she asked innocently.
Joshua shook his head and grinned. ‘Yellow Fever was hardly a cultural icon.’
Felicia laughed. ‘With a name like that, I’m not surprised.’
Joshua grinned. ‘It’s no worse than Pink Floyd. We thought it was pretty damn good, let me tell you.’
‘You can tell me all you like. I don’t have to believe you.’
‘You think I’d lie to you?’
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