5There's a crowd waiting for them when they exit the stage door.
The punters, Luce reckons at least three hundred or so of them, have swamped the pavement and the main road outside the Barras, bringing the late traffic on the Gallowgate to a standstill. The moment Bale opens the stage door, she winces in the sudden storm of camera phone flashes and the roar of voices and whistles as the crowd let loose a great cheer and surge forward, yelling and chanting.
AL-I-BI! AL-I-BI!
They're only held back by the crowd control barriers and the team of black clad bruisers manning them, big grim eyed lumps who Luce recognises as Bale's guys from the 13th Note gig. The punters nearest the band reach out their hands, begging to touch and be touched. Dumbstruck, and not a little unnerved by the unexpe
