Day 6
Everyone sits asleep on their respective instruments. Fingers on a guitar are the only things moving. The guitar’s dulcet tones are the only things that could be heard. A long-haired figure wakes out of his coma for a second.
“It’s a Damn Cruise Ship.” He falls back to sleep. The guitarist comes out of his sleep, now.
“Aaah-ahah-ah-ah-ah-ah.” During this drawn out yawn, everyone sitting around begins to wake up. The guitarist continues.
“What are we going to do today?”
“I don’t know.” The long-haired figure chimes in.
“Why don’t we go to the park?”
“What?”
Suddenly, the guitarist begins playing faster.
“We’re gonna have a picnic, we can all go to the park. It’s a great day isn’t it, we can play until it’s dark,” all of the awake sleepers chime in. “We’re gonna have a picnic, we can all go to the park. It’s a great day isn’t it, we can play until it’s dark. Aaah-ahah-ah-ah-ah-ah. Bahbah baaah-ahah-ah-ah-ah-ah. Bahbah baaah-ahah-ah-ah-ah-ah. Bahbah baaah-ahah-ah-ah-ah-ah.”
A vocalist in the back chimes in. “I packed us some orange slices and some napkins if you need them. I made a bunch of sandwiches and babe we’re going to eat them. The birds are all singing and the sky is clear and blue, but my favorite is being at this picnic with you.”
Again, everyone joins with ahs and bahs, “Aaah-ahah-ah-ah-ah-ah. Aaah-ahah-ah-ah-ah-ah. Bahbah baaah-ahah-ah-ah-ah-ah.” Before their next bout, the music stops except for the beating of a ping pong ball against a bottle of pills. “Bahbah baaah-ahah-ah-ah-ah-ah. Bahbah baaah-ahah-ah-ah-ah-ah.” The music begins again quite suddenly. “We’re gonna have a picnic, we can all go to the park. It’s a great day isn’t it, we can play until it’s dark. We’re gonna have a picnic, we can all go to the park. It’s a great day isn’t it, we can play until it’s dark.”
Another singer to the left chimes in with a “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” as the music momentarily stops. The music begins in a more somber tone. “But what if it rains on our heads, the shitty whether that we dread. I swear I’ll stomp on any ants until they’re motherfucking dead.” The background begins chanting “Ooooh,” while he continues. “This picnic is doomed, this picnic is doomed. This picnic is doomed, this picnic is doomed.”
The music again stops as the vocalist in the back again comes in. “Hey, Fuck you.”
“We’re gonna have a picnic, we can all go to the park. It’s a great day isn’t it, we can play until it’s dark. We’re gonna have a picnic, we can all go to the park. It’s a great day isn’t it, we can play until it’s dark. We can play until it’s dark. We can play until it’s dark.”
