first storm

Lance entered the crowded pub with only an inkling of his place in it's microcosm. He knew only that he would meet up with the other guys push a series of buttons and sing at the proper moments.

Claire entered the pub with a different kind of eyes. Her only goal was to achieve a surten drunkenness and aquaint herself with a stranger for a period to help relieve the perseistant lonliness she had equipped over the weekend.

The bass player was negociating the setup with the sound guy so Lance approached the bar.

Lance
Hey, I'm with the band. Do we have any kind of waiver.

Bartender
Yeah you've got a few coming.

Lance
Give me a pint of anything but Seahorse Ale.

The bartender obliged accordingly and Lance set his eyes on Claire. She already had the look of about 4 standard drinks in her posture. She waved toward the bartender.

Claire
Look, I don't care what it is. As long as it's strong, quick, and easy to drink.

Sound of a drink being mixed, the sound of a blender

Claire
That's a bit pink but I suppose it will have to do.

Sound of band testing instrument volumes

As the band began to soundcheck Lance quckly drank his beer and ordered another. He carried it to the stage only spilling a little bit on the way.


Lance sings appropriate song for the soundcheck that forshadows some element of the play