fuguepoems

"KERRANG!" A G CHORD IS NOISILY STRUMMED. A BORED KEITH LOOKS OUT AT THE EMPTY STADIUM. "SCOTT, WHERE'S ISAAC?" "NOT SURE. DIDN'T HE ARRIVE WITH YOU?" "NAH."  KEITH LEAVES THE STAGE AND CIRCLES AROUND TO THE BACK.  "HEY SAUL, IS ISAAC HERE?" "NO, HAVEN'T SEEN HIM."  "HE OWES ME."  "IF SCOTT OPENS WITH A-" "IT DOESN'T MATTER IF OUR BASS PLAYER'S MISSING." "IS DANNY-" "GOTTA GO." A FEW YARDS UP AHEAD, KEITH SEES WHAT LOOKS TO BE A NOTE - IT IS TAPED TO AN AMP. ON THE GROUND IS THE EMPTY BASS CASE, A CAMUS QUOTE ETCHED ON ITS SIDE. THE FRANTIC WORDS "THEY'RE COMING" ARE SCRAWLED IN OVERSIZE LETTERS ON THE PAPER.  "NOT FUNNY, ISAAC."  KEITH LOOKS UP. DANNY, GALLOPING FROM THE BACK, COMES TOO QUICKLY AND TRIPS ON THE CASE, BODY THUDDING TO A HALT.  "I'M ALL RIGHT." HE STANDS UP.  "KEITH, COME WITH ME! I...WAIT 'TIL Y...