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... forty minute set in stage for the club or rather for their punters my dad had been told to pop over the road to see their wardrobe mistress, she lived outside the camp but just literally yards away and even though she didn't hold their wardrobe at her house she knew every single item in their stock and also had access to other suppliers of costumes at short notice. We were all measured up and our details were entered into a computer database. The woman did a few commands on her computer, my mother had said she would prefer something sexy in white and we sat and flicked through hundreds of pictures of show costumes and my mother settled on a t****ze artists costume that was in white Lycra and they had costumes for my mum and me in in our sizes but nothing for a man, then my dad remembered an Elvis tribute show where the main singer had a copy of an Elvis Las Vegas costume including a white cowboy hat. The woman noted down where the two costumes were that my mum had chosen for us to wear and then typed in 'Elvis' and got fifteen different Elvis costumes and the one my dad remembered was the fifth in the database, the location of that was noted down as well. The four of us went over to the camp's storage rooms below the club house, my dad's costume came up first and he started to try it on while my mum and me went further into the store, my mum's costume was just a little tight but being Lycra it stretched to accommodate, mine fitted like it was made for me. After we were ...

... both dressed the wardrobe manager pulled a face, "They were okay twenty feet in the air and well away from the audience but you will only be six feet away from the front row, they'll be far too revealing as they are..." I looked at my mum, she went from a look of sexual excitement to disappointment in an instant and she started to pull at the rear zipper to take the costume off. "...we need to try the costume with something like a white rah-rah skirt over it, we have loads of them floating around here somewhere." So, our costume was white Lycra and mesh showing off a hell of a lot of our bodies, a tiny rah-rah skirt and white cowboy hats each. Mum was disappointed that she had to change back into her own clothes but we had close to two hours before our set was due to start. My mum really wanted to walk around the camp in her skimpy Lycra costume but the wardrobe manager didn't want her expensive costumes out in the general area, she bagged all three costumes and told us they would be waiting on a rack in the waiting room at the rear of the stage. We had two hours, that sounds like an age but we had to come up with songs that we all knew that the audience could relate too, they were after all expecting a sixties group, we weren't f***ed to stick to sixties though but my dad knew that the audience would me kindly disposed to sixties music. I heard my dad ask if there was a violin we could use or a keyboard as we only had our guitars with us. Everything was set, a very expensive ...