“… the last section of a song’s structure, designed to wrap things up and ease the listener towards its conclusion …”
They were both nervous, not used to being public figures. Neither had ever had the need to call upon their shared legacy of parental infamy, yet here they were now, in the ‘Breakfast TV’ green room, waiting to be introduced to the nation.
“Coming up, after the weather,” they heard the presenter announce over the monitor, “we will be joined on the sofa by Oliver Wilson and Natalie Curtis. They are here to talk to us about tomorrow’s release of a quite incredible, long-lost Factory Records single.”
“Bloody hell,” said Natalie, “we’re almost on, and we’ve not decided yet. Who’s going to be Steve Jones?”
“What do you mean?” asked Oliver. He had been preoccupied, desperately trying to channel even an ounce of his father’s celebrated showmanship.
“Which one of us is going to swear on live TV?” she explained, “to help increase sales.”
Oliver suspected Natalie was joking, but those genes he had been trying so hard to summon finally kicked in. It was an idea worth considering!
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Thanks Jane, glad you enjoyed it, your feedback & support is (as always!) much appreciated
Fabulous conclusion. It’s been a long journey but the destination has proved to be a nice place to arrive at. A very interesting, never before seen, view into the rather special workings of your mind. I’d even consider it a little nudge towards my own next life phase as I rather envy the time you devote to both introspection and musicology. I hope to spend some musing time too.