After the show, Georgie and the roadies packed the equipment onto a truck while Seanna went hesitantly towards the bus. In addition to the sea of black men, she also saw a couple of white women: the fiddler Aisling Fitzpatrick was relaxing and chatting with a couple of guys from the band, and a beautiful brunette in a tanktop and cargo pants wandered down off the bus, videotaping everyone with a handheld digital camcorder.
"Oh, who are you?" she asked in an English accent as she walked up to Seanna and aimed the camera at her face.
"Uh, Seanna..." the teenager replied shyly. "Sorry, I should be leaving..."
"No, no, I'm the one whose sorry..." the Englishwoman responded, putting down the camera and extending her hand. "Tamsyn Hayes. I'm a documentary film-maker, I work for Bongo Congo's record company in London. I'm supposed to film the band's adventures, here in Europe and down in Africa. It's so nice to meet you! Are you coming with us?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess," Seanna ventured. "You're going, too?"
Tamsyn nodded. "We're flying to Africa tonight... you should definitely come! It would be such a great story. Is it okay if I film you?"
"Um, I guess so."
"Great!" Tamsyn welcomed her aboard the bus. "Come sit with me, we've got some papers to sign for the lawyers."
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