…and the beat went on…and on…and on. A few clicks later and finally the beat had an accompaniment. A throbbing bass line filled the room and sent vibrations that to be honest, made me want a poo. There was no way I was going to miss a second of this musical progression so I used my hands to lift me around two centimetres from the bed, which is not easy on a duvet and sheet covered mattress. But it worked so I listened. The band was rocking even more now as huge grins formed across their faces. I could tell something great was forming. The mood in the room lifted, the clicking got faster as the beats pumped out the speakers. The beats gelled together and coated the walls like Lifeguard Toilet Duck coats a toilet only less piney.
The dial on the stereo was adjusted and bass got harder. I increased the two centimetre gap but it was no good, I had to stand up as I not most defiantly had one in the chamber. I would rather shit myself than miss this moment. The pitch wheel was turned to bend the tune round the room on a veritable helter-skelter. I could literally picture the crowds of customers in a night club lifting their hands in the air reaching a harmonious orgasm. Thousands of people packed to the front of a stage jumping in unison absorbed in a drug free high. The hairs on the back of my neck stuck up followed closely by the hairs on my arms. They had arrived. I was witnessing the beginning of something great. In the moment Bertie rose to his feet, he raised his hands in the air. He was absorbed in the moment, the musical had lifted him from his seat, he sucked up the beats from the room…or so I thought.
Bertie finished his stretch and yawn and reached for his coat ‘anyway I’ve gotta fuck off. See yer dafter’. And with that he left. I had just witnessed the beginning of something great that never started.
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