Epilogue
Iris
Six months later.
Spotlights sweep above the heads of the gathered festival goers. I’m at the side of the stage on which Lucidity are about to perform. It’s dark. The crowd stretches into the distance. The only lights are those that illuminate the stage.
“Good evening, Equinox.”
The spotlights coalesce on Wynter, bass slung low.
There’s a rumble of voices as the crowd respond.
“We’re Lucidity. This is the title track from our new album, which drops at midnight.”
The crowd roar.
Wynter leans in closer to the microphone. Max’s drums kick in, followed by that now familiar riff.
“This is Weep, and it’s dedicated to a very special friend. You’ll find her gorgeous photography on the album sleeve.”
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Thank you for reading Washed Up.