Chapter Twelve
Beautiful Day.
The original plan was to sit around yawning and trying not to die of boredom for a couple of days whilst Thunderhed whisked off to play a festival alone. The worst part for me would have been the jealousy from knowing that they were doing it in England. We have shows coming up there but I’m a little bit homesick now, not that there is much there for me. This one isn’t a metal festival either. Thunderhed are big enough and with just about enough mainstream appeal to do this. Much as I like the metal scene it would be nice to get away from all those black T-shirts for a while. Anyway, the original plan was to seethe with envy for every single moment of their absence.
The new plan is this: get on the helicopter and go with them to the festival! It feels like
