“You just go out on stage, you see a room with a thousand, two thousand or how many people who know every word to every song and it like re blows your mind, The fact that y'know…and like you said people queuing outside like i just wanna take them cup’s of water, they must be, they must be fucking thirsty, um, sometimes you have to not think about it cause you’d probably go a bit mental.”
tootles flops onto the grass, pulling daisies up to make a flower crown. wendy sits beside him, leaning back on her hands and digging her nails into the soft, damp earth.
laughter echoes across the lawn: slightly and curly have roped john and michael into an impromptu game of tag. nibs combs the flowerbeds for wild strawberries, depositing his treasures into wendy’s lap before scaling a nearby tree, searching for birds’ nests.
the twins alight either side of wendy, crosslegged like mirror images.