Blackout
The lights cut out.
The stage in blackness
Unsure what is going on, Butch shifts in his seat and glances across at Thierry, who shrugs. Somewhere, in the hidden crowd of Jihadis someone (second generation Beestonite?) chuckles over the delicate reverb of Warmington on Sea sirens.
The stage in blackness
Unsure what is going on, Butch shifts in his seat and glances across at Thierry, who shrugs. Somewhere, in the hidden crowd of Jihadis someone (second generation Beestonite?) chuckles over the delicate reverb of Warmington on Sea sirens.
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