Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to CEayr for the photo
Where’s roadie Ted gone ? We need him now ! Our gig starts in 10 minutes.
He’s lurking behind the synthesizer…Ted what are you doing ?
See that man, with the trench coat, he’s after me.
Inland Revenue, ten years tax owing..
I didn’t like to tell you Ted, that girl with purple hair by the stage, she’s stalking you.
Oh dear god – not her again. Every gig we do, she’s there, Glastonbury, WOMAD, she’s obsessed with me, even with my beer belly.
What’re you going to do Ted ?
To hell with the tax, at least she’s a fan.