For as long as I can remember I've been a fan of the Wildhearts but have sort of lost touch with new releases and stuff. A combination of getting all excited about going to see them in Sept and talking to a friend about them has spurred this dream.
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There I am sitting at the back of a huge auditorium with Adele, Katy, Helen. Looks like we were on some sort of school or college trip. The Wildhearts were playing and I was wondering why they sounded different but it was because CJ was singing instead of Ginger. After the song ginger introduced the finalists of a competition for someone to play with them. Although the person had been chosen every one got to sing on stage.
Gig over and a woman a few seat in front of us (actually a really arsey lady from Come Dine With Me last night. Charline?) she starts shouting at these finalists causing one to cry. Adele and I look at one another eyebrows raised, we feel the need to get out of this place and get on our lives. Mrs Hindle (a History teacher from my highschool) joins in loudly and Scottishly telling the contestant that we are not here to see her cry. Mrs Hindle then starts welling up.
We know that if we try to leave we will get in trouble so we try and sneak out, we were at the back, furthest from the door. However, behind us was a small panel and some stairs leading up, we slide out of our seats and run up the stairs Adele first. Before the rest of us are even half way up Adele comes darting back down saying there is no way through. Opposite the stairs is a steep hill leading through some old grey brickwork into what looked like a basement. We decided to go that way. There were them some steps leading back up again.
We began to climb the steps then I awoke.
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