Clive marches off towards the gravestones, you following
closely behind. You both enter the shadow of the railway viaduct and you then
realise Clive is taking you underneath one of its arches. You duck inside and
feel the cold, freezer-like hum of summer shade. Dust hangs in the air.
Clive is off towards the back of the tunnel and you can’t
see him. Suddenly an arm reaches out from the darkness and he grabs you by the
writs.
“This way pal, not far now.”
It is hard to keep your bearings, but you feel as if you are
travelling through a series of interconnected rooms. You must be deep under the
railway-lines, or perhaps even further now? These catacomb like connections of
pitch black rooms seem to lead on forever.
At last, a candle light shines up ahead, revealing a heavily
shadowed staircase leading up to clean air, light and escape. You lead the way,
tentatively finding your way up.
You emerge in a dusty looking chamber, about the size of
large living room, but you can’t tell if it is a house, or a pub or… well,
anything really. There are wooden floorboards, thick beams from floor to
ceiling and windows on two sides, thick with dirt. And in the centre of the
room are two chairs, surrounded by almost every musical instrument you could
imagine.
You hear a click behind you. Clive has locked the door. He
puts the key in his pocket and takes a seat, then gestures. The other seat is
for you.
“Right then’ says Clive. ‘You ready for this? Me and you,
we’re gonna show them lot up there (he gestures wildly around the room). We’re
gonna find the new sound. The best new sound there has ever been. If it takes
us all day, we’ll do it. I’ve been here for three days already. But it’ll be
worth it, to show that lot that. To show ‘em there aint nobody better than
Clive Smith. So you ready? Here we go…”
YOU ENDED UP TRAPPED IN A NEVER-ENDING JAM SESSION WITH
CLIVE SMITH. YOU MISSED LONG DIVISION – YOU LOSE!
THE END
THE END
