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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to CEayr for the photo

 

WANTED

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.

Surely not?

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.