It was Saturday. On tour, that meant that there were no concerts to perform. Instead, there would be fun and sight-seeing. On other tours, there was a waterpark, or ice-skating, or museums or theme parks or a trip to see penguins or whatever other local attractions were available. What would the band do at Broken Hill?
Whatever it was, they were all packed into the bus and driving through the red desert on a bright hot morning.
“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.” Roy began cheerily over the bus speakers. “Our journey today is a surprise. I can only tell you one thing for certain: the weather will be a nice twenty-eight point nine degrees.”
An appreciative chuckle ran up and down the bus.
“Now, sit back, relax…and enjoy the journey.” Roy concluded.
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