I wish this was fiction and not a cruel reality that I had witnessed with my own two eyes.
The stage is finished. The gym hall's been transformed into a rock venue. Almost everything's ready for the evening's music festival. They sent me to pick up last few props. I don't mind. I love driving J's old Ford Transit. The rattly diesel comes with a built-in smokescreen for cops.
When I come back, the other guys are goofing off. There must've been some leftover beer bottles from yesterday, because K's hanging from the gymnastic rings. I just hope he doesn't...
Yep. He's wearing that kilt proper. Excuse me while I go looking for bleach to pour into my eyes.
He really did a flip and almost fell.
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Opravdu velmi kruté :D Skvělé
Keneu
Opravdu velmi kruté :D Skvělé drabble.
Tak to je ovšem zážitek :D
Karin Schecter
Tak to je ovšem zážitek :D Myslím, že ta poslední věta přesně vystihuje moji reakci, kdybych to viděla.