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.
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[[[the wonderful mess that we've made]]] [[[part iii]]]
De Todo'Lily.' A soft voice said from somewhere in the dark. My head was fuzzy and my body discontented from my brain. But the main thing was I felt no pain. I felt relief. I wasn't in the rubble anymore. I could hear beeps and distant voices. I knew I was...
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