[[[the wonderful mess that we've made]]] [[[part iii]]]

10.

I'd sent Dick out to fetch us some tents and sleeping bags. A load of artists were going to be slumming it like regular festival goers. We had our own set up backstage but I longed for the rowdiness of the campsite, the chants, the mad partying. It had been a couple of years since I'd gone to a festival without performing and I missed the atmosphere.

I saw Ed first, bounding up with his tent, back pack and case of beer. And then I saw her. And I watched her face fall. That was devastating. Once that face would've lit up at the sight of me. And now I saw nothing but regret and disgust.

'Hey.' I tried to smile.

'Hey.' She replied awkwardly and began building her tent with Ed.