So here I am madly typing away with an orchestra of sounds only the arts centre could provide at this hour. The rain patters lightly on the tin roof outside, the snores and restless shuffles of the 5 individuals passed out beside me as they drift in and out of REM sleep, and occasionally a groan (of pleasure? who knows) from the couple spooning in the far dark corner, away from the glow of my laptop screen.
In the under ten hours worth of working time that I will get; I will present the showcase with a 5 - 10 minute piece based on the sensation of touch.
I intend to touch on some sensitive and topical subjects, and maybe, spend some time on taste, sound, sight, and smell.
There will be either fireworks, or a steam roller flattening out a roll of bubble wrap.
-McBain
P.S. other teams who want to maliciously attack me... the original plan is that you guys weren't sleeping this year. I'm being nice.
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