4A-LI-BI!
A-LI-BI!
Aldo sits in the dressing room again, staring into space, his ears whining with tinnitus. His whole body's soaked in sweat and quivering.
A-LI-BI!
A-LI-BI!
They finished their set five minutes ago, but the sound of the crowd chanting the band's name still pulses through the building. Aldo can feel the vibration through the thin soles of his Converse All Stars. He can see the crowd in the way the beer in the bottle between his feet trembles behind the brown glass.
AL-I-BI!
AL-I-BI!
He can't remember much about the set itself. It's all just a riotous, jumbled haze of sound and multi-coloured lights in his mind. He looks down at his shaking hands, staring at them in dumb astonishment. Though he can't recall specifics, he knows that he's just played the best set of h
