So we are ready to go…
The instruments are in their cases, still hot after many hours of rehearsals.
One thick line is drawn on the map like a triangle between Barcelona, Madrid and Valencia.
The songs are stapled into our minds.
Hollie’s foot is sprained but not broken after she fell whilst running towards the dark but beautiful Mediterranean Sea.
Some sad but beautiful records are piled up to accompany us on the radio whilst driving through the desert.
The last phone call to Tarragona has been made to cancel our gig there after authorities decided now was as good a time as any to close the venue due to license problems.
Madrid is whispering our names already.
The van is parked outside.
Hollie is humming, Ana is smiling.
And I am a fortunate man.
A road and four wheels await us. Olé.
We hope to see you somewhere along the way.
Lieven
