“How about mid-June?” Anna proposed.
And that is precisely how the pressure gauges on
The Love Shack site hit catastrophic levels.
“What the *%$#?” exclaimed an apparently dazed
Johno, henceforth known as Mr Mission Impossible.
“This is not great news, not great news at all… I’m
not sure how we’ll pull this off, but you know, we’ll
do our best.”
“Are you kidding me?” asked Superman Sam the
architect, almost choking on his green tea.
“That’s a crazy deadline.”
These were sentiments shared by the rest of the
tradies. The gears had shifted, and there was a
certain eerie silence on site, like the calm before
the storm.
Meanwhile, Mick and Anna were gleefully
extending the invitation to a host of Tasmanian
celebs and – due to Bec and George not knowing
many people in Tasmania – many of their own
friends. Tickets to The Love Shack Deck Party were
fast becoming the hottest tickets in town – there
was no going back.
As if that wasn’t enough, Mick and Anna decided
to offer double passes to listeners who watch The
Love Shack on TV.
“One lucky listener will win a golden VIP double
pass to the exclusive, star-studded deck party,” said
Anna.
“This means they’ll be collected by Bec and
George in a limousine and then introduced to
everyone by a chaperone. We have four general
double passes to giveaway too.”
“All they have to do is watch The Love S