Sally woke up, after another 10 hour sleep, at 9am on Thursday morning, she’s catching up from Tuesday when she had to work, the whole day. Sally set up an automatic watering system on Wednesday, her day off, it’s hard work being a responsible adult with 10 hanging plants to feed. Still, a few hours of waiting for someone else to finish rigging up the system now means her plants are programmed to be watered for 90 seconds every 12 hours without Sally touching a rubber glove. Sally is inspired by her hanging garden. One of the seven wonders of Sally’s world.
It’s early afternoon on Thursday, Sally sits in the bay area of her home and admires her accomplishments to date. Sally got a free hair cut today, although she paid £25 for it, Sally woke up on Thursday morning to find her plumber posted £30 through her letter box. Karma she thought but if anything Sally was now more excited. She’s just been offered a free ticket to a gig tonight. Sally’s friend Mike Hill is going to watch Harry and asked if Sally would like to come. Sally is a steamed bun entrepreneur and knows ticket barriers are only operational at certain train stations. Who needs money when you are travelling with 6 friends all with applepay, she mused.
Sally was inspired to leave her contact lenses at home tonight, or maybe she just forgot, but she needs to get to the front of the theatre and recalibrate her senses. The queue in was quick and the red herring worked. Sally now has her own supply of refreshments.
The warm up act are OK.
Sally makes shouty chit chat to a women who sounds American, turns out she was just an intoxicated Canadian. Sally jokes that she cant remember if its Cypress Hill or Harry Hill she’s coming to see.
Sally doesn’t come for anyone, Sally likes Harry.
She needed not worry about getting to the front he was coming from behind anyway.
There was no need to abort her position 3 people from the front, she could watch him wind his way through the crowd on the big screen! This was a well hydrated gig, with security staff handing out water, like all security ought to.
Sally thought Harry could make poetry from dust. Anything he saw he could rhyme it, he never forgot a word. Even Mike Hill’s tape measure.
Sally was happy for Mike. Karma she thought as she swayed side to side but if anything Sally was now more excited.
Harry made magic the mic, Sally levitated while he excavated the minds of Manchester for words unheard. Beat me up and let the boys cry. For a hour he versed each line to perfection paying special attention not to forget the topic.
Sally was thirsty goes to find her friends, where she finds James. Sally was passed the doobie, she knew by the grey look on James’s face that this was the good shit. Sally inhaled, sally knows how to inhale, her lungs felt like they were filled with cobwebs. Sally looked up at the stars, who needs Spiderman when you have Mary Jane she thought.
She chased the dragon through her body into the air, danced to the heat, through fire and smoke until it spoke.
“go back stage”
Dragon
Sally got into the dragon’s belly and the sound muffles, she remembers her teabag this morning, it told her this would happen. She had juiced August dry, September is making her sweat.
Sally finds herself being spat out on stage. The eyes of the dragon watery and shy. Sally looks out onto a mass of mobile phone cameras blinding her sun glassed face. The masses are quiet in anticipation. Harry’s words care less about Sally and more about her lack of phone.
She would offer him a drink but he doesn’t look thirsty, he’s hungry, for words of inspiration, but Karen seems to have taken all his exacerbations. The dragon’s tongue is dry, he starts to spit but Sally doesn’t hear her name is he legit? It seems the dragon is shook and all it really took was just one look.
Sally stops Harry Mack in his track. Now she’s given him his rap back.
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