Us performing Fives :) [+ narration]

It was a typically cold, summer's evening. British flags hung from every window sill. Tension thronged the air, women bolted their doors, men counted their blessings that they had no affairs of the night to attend to.

The chillwind whipped his face even as I...I mean he pelted through the dank streets of Brighton. Fuck I really must practise writing like Oakhill. Anyway, an orchestra of doves, hummingbirds and pigeons (well...mostly entirely pigeons) lined his path with a lilting birdsong refrain.

As he dashed, sweat glistening 'pon his furrowed brow (for the weight of the world lay squarely on his manly nerdlinger shoulders), the sky seemed to light his path. Well actually the sun hadn't gone down yet so that's not unsurprising. Byway and backstreets passed him, as he desperately strove to reach the critical location in time for the critical event to rendevous with the critical persons....critical.

Finally, the mighty samurai athenian God-King nerdlinger HamerD gazed upon his ambulatory quarry- the Komedia...birth-place of the gods average quality Brighton music venue. With a mighty bellow that stole bypassers' virginities, HamerD called to his similarly mighty Rogue and Priest bassist and guitarist.

'I HATH ARRIVED DIZZLE'

He did proclaim.

And thank the gods that he had. Because in 2 hours he would have been one hour away from being almost late!!!!

!!!

He had arrived at his ludus magna's end of term musical show. And now was time, well in 2 hours, to prove to the worldabout 300 people that he was by NO means a meat and potatoes, 'slam a four on the floor in the oven and bob's your uncle' kind of Warrior-mage with a sideclass in cleric and many, many powers drummer.

With a hearty smile, the three adventurers boldly traversed the mighty stairs, opened the mighty door, strode confidently through the mighty greeting hall, and into the mighty lounge/bar area. The walls seemed to sing, almost like amplified female vocals; which was a strange coincidence because a girl was sound-checking on stage that very moment.

The party decided to rest, because they were low on spells and HP, and proceeded to simply watch other mighty bands of warriors play their electrified lutes and sideways upright bass...lutes.

Songstress after songster entertained the congregation...proud students and parents and 1 person who wasn't directly related to anyone and therefore forced to go. Verily, twas a cornucopia of styles and songs. The only thing that nay differed was the song length, because the evil overlord xenu head of organisation had imposed a imposing 5 minute time limit upon the mighty warbands to both ascend the stage, play their lutes AND descend.

Ne'er in his time had HamerD experienced such a painfully strict time curfew in a performance. Neither had his mighty band of rogues (nor his bassist and guitarist).

It was decided that instead of cut the lute piece down, they would instead play it fast. Unfortunately, it really was quite fast. Even though they were in the time limit, they barely made it, and even then, the lute wizardry was rather difficult to accomplish under such pressured circumstances.

But regardless, when he ascended the gladiatorial podium, bathed in the rapturous applause of that one man who came even though he didn't have a relative performing and really was clapping a bit too much; HamerD knew that he had reached Valhalla the top of the stage stairs, and was indeed glad.

The atmosphere was strange, an opaque mass of onlookers,a dusky blue tinge to all colours, a serious amount of heat coming from the overworked steam machine. HamerD clicked his mighty wands together. And the rest was a jazz fusion blur.