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XXVIII

#36

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The sky above turned bluer than the bluest blue, then all seemed more than normal, somehow deeper. She was amazed by how many people joined their little after-show circle once news got around that they had qualified for the festival. They were all listening to old broken records, taking shots and humming out crayon set opinions but there was nothing left to be said from her masochistic point of view. In fact, she was pretty shitty at sharing her thoughts. For the first time in a very long time, she was shaken to her core with absolute fear. They were very, very different from the rest of the bands. Had she sacrificed her future? Become a sell-out? Why would anyone even want them there? A gazillion years of evolving into a better band had brought her only to this - a hellish frozen wasteland. She should chill this shit up, chase it with a drink and crawl out of her shell. Take in. Enjoy.

"What? What's that?"

"A rare single malt. Properly aged and, of course, it's my solemn duty to inform you that such a vintage demands triple testing." She picked up a shot and waved it under who-knows-how-many-months prego gutter punk chick's nose... but she did nothing. Just blatantly displaying that bulging oven door of hers that looked like it was about to blast open on them if she sneezed too hard.

Suddenly, she couldn't give a flying fuck about what the festival meant to her or anyone else. Her eyes went wide "Is that an LSD party tray for the VIPs? I'm starving." She took a couple of hits off the tray before the common sense part of her could even process what she was doing. And it wasn't until she drowned herself in fuck knows what that the thought finally clicked in her mind: she can't control what she can't explain.