4 WEMX Festival - Part 1 (1/2)

Sprawled across 3 seats with his head resting on top of his bag, was a sleeping Seamus. He was brought out of his dreams, due to the bus driver's shaking. ” Hey, Kid wake up!, last stop, Leeds”

Seamus jumped up straight with a fright and started patting himself down and touching his face, only to notice, the bus driver was giving him a puzzled stare ” bad dream.....Thank you for waking me ”

”Aye” The driver shook his head and walked off the bus, followed by a fumbling half-asleep Seamus.

After getting his bearings and finding the taxi rink at the station, he could only see one taxi waiting. ” Where you heading lad?” The driver looked back using his rear-view mirror, seeing a young man climb into the back, with a rucksack.

Seamus started rummaging through his bag, past endless amounts of papers and some notebooks. ” ah!” He pulled out a printed PDF page with the venue details. ” Can you get me to L52 1DG, St Bernard Street”

” Sure thing... You're here for the festival too? ”

” Uh ...Yeah, I'm performing as a supporting act, How did you know?” Seamus replied as he was organising his backpack.

” I've taken quite a few people there today ... performer you say, any tunes I've heard before?...you got a little Scottish twang in your voice, you from Scotland? My miss's is Scottish”

'Damm, a talker ' Seamus slumped back into the seat and conversed with the driver along the way to the venue.

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” Ah, lad there's a massive traffic jam,tch.. this must be one hell of a festival ”

Seamus looked out the window, to see convoy of cars wrapping around a corner, that was hidden by bushes and set of chain linked fences. 'Is this a prison'

”Yeh…. I think so” Seamus could his heart beat pumping a bit faster 'My first performance in this world… I've got to make this good'

An orchestra of car horns accompanied Seamus and the driver, as the taxi nugged along for the next 20 minutes. Seamus could only watch the rate climb up to nearly £20, he could hear his wallet screaming.

” Sorry Kid, I'm gonna have to drop you off here, I've got bookings to hit .... ”

'Thank god' The taxi driver dropped Seamus off, outside the chain linked fences. Strapping his rucksack over his shoulders, he watched the driver struggled to leave the convoy, as multiple RV looking buses were going the opposite way.