“NO HESITATION, NO DELAY, YOU COME ON, JUST LIKE SPECIAL K…”
“This kicks ARSE!” Hannah jumped up and down, nearly knocking a vital amplifier plug out of its socket. “Don't you think, Keanu? Eh? Eh?”
“Um…I guess.” Keanu didn't look too impressed. “Not as good as Dogstar.” He added, under his breath.
“Is he divorced yet?” Jess hissed to Elijah, who was nodding his head in time to the music.
“Who?” He asked, innocently.
“DON'T PLAY ME AROUND, SHORT-ARSE! YOU KNOW WHO I'M GODDAMN TALKING ABOUT! NOW IS HE DIVORCED OR NOT?!” Jess grabbed Elijah by the collar and shook him.
“N-n-no! He's not!” Elijah stuttered, terrified.
“Shit.” Jess dropped him.
“Do you want to dance?” Hannah grabbed Keanu before he could answer and started boogying.
“Ha ha ha…you look stupid when you dance,” Jess observed.
“So? You look stupid ALL the time.” Hannah stuck her tongue out at her friend and continued dancing a strange combination of the foxtrot, the twist and the cha-cha with Keanu.
Hannah was almost knocked over as a huge security guard bombed it past her and ran straight onto the stage. He completely blocked Brian out from the crowd's view and ran him off the stage, quickly followed by Stef and Steve after a quick word with them.
“What?!” Hannah looked up, inches from the floor where Keanu had caught her after she got knocked over.
“That's wrong! You can't stop Placebo mid-song!!” Jess cried.
“You have to get off the stage!” Another security man literally pushed them off and down the steps. They all ran in a large stream of famous people in a direction they were thrown in.
“What's going on?!” Elijah cried.
“It's a security problem!” Kate Moss, in the running line nearby shouted over. “Apparently the entire Festival site is in danger of destruction!!”
“It wasn't me…I swear!” Hannah exclaimed, looking at Jess's angry stare.
“Oh, not much.” Jess muttered.
“No, honest!” Hannah insisted. “Look!” She pointed to the large cube of rigging set a few hundred feet back from the stage where one of the screens was positioned. A small figure was standing right on top.
“Bloody hell,” said Brian, squinting at the tiny person. “Who's THAT?!”
“Oh NO!” Hannah exclaimed. “What does he think he's DOING?!”
“Who?!” Jess asked, exasperated.
“ZANE!” Hannah pointed at the rigging.
“How can you tell from all the way over here?” Jess asked.
Sean withdrew a pair of binoculars from his bag and handed them to her.
“How did you-“ Hannah started, gazing at Sean's bag in astonishment.
“He has EVERYTHING in that bag.” Dom explained.
“Seriously?”
“Yes.” Billy affirmed. “EVERYTHING.”
“Wow.”
“Oh my God, it is him!” Jess squealed, peering through Sean's binoculars. “What is he doing?”
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” Zane's voice suddenly erupted through all the loudspeakers, nearly killing Keanu, who had been standing right next to one. “I HAVE FILLED THE ARENA WITH SEVERAL HIDDEN BOMBS, BUT THERE IS NO NEED TO PANIC!”
There was a short silence before everyone in the arena totally freaked out and started screaming.
“SILENCE!” Zane bellowed.
“Good God…” Jess knocked herself on the head, trying to regain some eardrum.
“Here…” Sean handed her a pair of earplugs.
“You never cease to amaze me.” Jess admitted.
“NO-ONE WILL BE HURT IF YOU ALL OBEY MY SIMPLE COMMANDS!” Zane cried. “WELL, MAYBE 'THE DARKNESS'…BUT ANYWAY, NONE OF YOU!”
There was a collective sigh of relief from the audience.
“ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS MAKE ME PRESIDENT OF THE WORLD!!” Zane cried.
“Oh yeah…'all'.” Hannah sarcastically commented.
“And how are we meant to do that?!” Keanu asked, rather amused at Zane's attempt for world domination.
“WHAT?!” Jess screamed, looking around, completely deaf to the world with Sean's earplugs.
“I KNOW SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE IN READING HERE MUST HAVE A CONTACT TO AN IMPORTANT POLITICAL PERSON!!?” Zane continued.
“Oh yeah, right.” Hannah scoffed.
Everyone turned to look at Sean who was looking rather flushed.
“Don't tell me you do.”
“Sorry. One of my best friends went out with one of George Bush's daughters once.”
“Oh, good Lord.” Hannah buried her head in her hands.
“Um…what do we do?” Asked Elijah.
“We stay quiet, that's what we do.” Advised Keanu.
“You never told me about this.” Billy scolded Sean crossly.
“IF YOU FAIL TO MAKE ME PRESIDENT OF THE WORLD, I WILL DETONATE THE BOMBS!” Zane yelled.
“I think we should say something.” Dom advised.
“WHAT?!” Jess yelled from her ear-plugged state again.
“Nothing.” Hannah patted her on the shoulder.
“YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES!” Zane yelled.
“Ten minutes until what?” Asked Jess, pulling out her earplugs.
“Until Zane detonates the arena.” Billy told her, cheerfully.
“Smegging hell.”
“Language.” Keanu said.
“Oi. That's usually my job.” Scolded Jess.
“What job?” Keanu said, confused.
“Telling everyone to watch their language!” Jess exclaimed. “You're not allowed to steal my job!”
“Okay.” Keanu stood back.
“What do we do?” Sean panicked. “What if no-one else has a contact and Zane blows us all up?!”
“Don't panic.” Keanu said calmly.
“Oh great, don't give us any good advice, will you?!” Billy said.
“Someone else here has got to have a connection. Don't worry, we just have to wait!”

9 and a half minutes later, Billy piped up. “Ok, I think we've waited long enough.”
“Maybe we should leave it a bit longer.” Suggested Elijah.
Billy looked at the second hand on his watch ticking around rapidly. “I don't think that's a good idea.” He said, nervously.
“Oh, for God's sake.” Dom grabbed a microphone off a sound technician. “OI! Mad-dude!”
Zane turned to look at the stage.
“Yeah! That's it! Over here! WE'VE got a connection to a famous political person!”
Zane started to look interested.
“I'm coming over.” He shouted. “Stay there!”