“What is it?”
“I think I had too much Radagast.”
“You mean you need to shit?”
Theo loved having diarrhea.
“Ok, fine. I’ll hold your place. At least let me have your rain coat”
He tore off his poncho like a patient throwing away a straitjacket and ran to some place behind the stage.
The crowed was beginning to trickle in. I tried to get to the very front but there were a bunch of girls standing in front of me. All kind of short, very slim and for some reason of the exact same height. You could almost put a water level on their heads and build a bookshelf or something.
They were chatting at a furious pace, as girls do, but in heavily accented English. I leaned in closer it seemed a bit French with a sprinkling of Czech. But one voice cut through the air like an arrow. It was an English voice, but not London in fact it wasn’t southern at all. It sounded broken yet sweet.
She was wearing a red and blue dress and they way she swayed back and forth made me forget the lasers, the Tower, Theo’s diarrhea. She looked back and my eyes caught hers.