I think of the emails and the memories I have of that summer at Hartland’s. It’s eerily familiar to the time when we were roped into covering for the entertainment staff as The Pussycat Dolls. At least this time I wouldn’t be in danger of pulling any muscles with the dance moves.

I can’t leave them in the lurch if I’m their only option. Besides, it would certainly count as trying something new.

‘Are you sure that I wouldn’t really have to say anything?’

Yas squeals and throws her arms around me, despite me not actually confirming anything.

‘Not a thing,’ says Dave, ‘just follow us round on stage.’

‘But if you want to say something,’ says Aaron, ‘you just remember the yes and rule.’

‘What does that even mean?’

‘It means that you go with whatever someone else has said, but then just build on it.’

My head starts to spin, not really understanding.

‘Just follow our lead. You’re going to love it,’ says Yas, squeezing my arm tighter. ‘You’ll get such a buzz.’

Any hope of being rescued by Miles are dashed when I spot him out the window pacing back and forth, his hand on his head.

‘Right, let’s get you up to speed,’ says Aaron.

I nod, not quite believing what I’ve got myself into.

‘Give it up for the Impensonators!’

The small crowd in the function room claps, and behind a makeshift backstage, which is only really a red curtain, Aaron puts his hand out and Yas and Dave put theirs on top, and with a quick nudge of the elbow from Yas, I put mine in.

‘On three, wing it,’ says Aaron, and we all count and they whisper it before Dave holds the curtain up and we find ourselves right slap bang in the middle of the audience. The small audience is in a horseshoe around us, which makes me feel hemmed in; it’s almost claustrophobic.

‘OK,’ says the host, ‘let’s crack on with our second group.’

The other team have already done their first session. The two teams rotate five times, with each improv session lasting five minutes. It doesn’t sound so bad when you put it that way. Five minutes per sketch, twenty-five minutes in total on stage, but the clock at the edge of the room is ticking loudly and I know I’m going to feel every single second dragging along. Especially after hearing the other team from backstage. The speed at which they went with the suggestions and made something up on the spot was incredible and I can’t imagine how we’re going to do the same.

‘So, your scenario is,’ he says, plunging his hands into the three bowls on the edge of the stage, ‘holidaymakers, in … an industrial refrigerator, and the key word is … goals.’