Spirit of Music - Chapter NineHours later, Rhythm and Spencer were on a practically deserted tube from Lancaster Gate to Holborn. “This is a marvellous thing, I used to use it all the time in my day.” Spencer grinned, watching the walls of the Underground whizz by, he nudged Rhythm who had her nose buried in an abandoned newspaper. “I didn’t know the Underground was around in your day.”Spirit of Music - Chapter Nine12 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“It’s been around since 1863, thirty eight years before I was born.” The two of them reached Holborn and left the station, making their way to the Theatre Royal. In the patchwork bag hanging over Rhythm’s shoulder sat the music box, postcard, the camera and a torch. “Because we won’t be able to turn the lights on,” she’d told Spencer when he asked what it was and why she was taking it.
When they reached the theatre, Rhythm made for the main door but Spencer stopped her, “not that door you daft person, it’s locked!”
“So what do we do
The Lantern Boy - Vol. I - Chapter 48The Lantern Boy - Chapter 48 - BlackmailThe Lantern Boy - Vol. I - Chapter 482 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Monday, 6th of December, 2010; 3:45 PM
Kelly Lambert was in the parking leaning against front of Walter’s truck. It was the second break and she saw her chance to light a smoke before it was time to get back to practice. “And they say smoking was bad for you.” She said after blowing out a decent cloud of smoke. “Skipping practice?” A male voice said.
Kelly then looked to her left and saw Gregory standing there. “Oh, hey Gregory.” She said. “That’s Mr. Williams to you.” Gregory said. “And you know you shouldn’t be smoking on school grounds.” Kelly then took a large puff from the cigarette and blue out a large cloud and tossed the cigarette under the truck. “What smoking?” She asked with sarcasm. “Did you come all the way here to bust me for smoking or do you having to say?” “Actually I have a question to ask you.” Gregory said.
Spirit of Music - Chapter TenSomewhere deep in the theatre sat a bored security guard with middle aged spread who was going bald, staring gormlessly at a glowing network of screens. He was all ready to curl up on his office chair and sleep when movement caught his eye. Leaning forward, he peered at the small central screen. A man dressed in old fashioned clothes was walking around on the stage with his hands shoved in his pockets. “What the-” the guard stumbled from his chair and lumbered down the corridor, beer belly jiggling like mad.Spirit of Music - Chapter Ten12 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Heavy footsteps echoed, bouncing off the walls. Spencer grinned, his plan was working, he watched with amusement as the guard stumbled into the auditorium, his face falling as he saw it was empty. He stood scratching his head, “hm, could have sworn there was someone here.”
The guard’s head whipped towards the stage, pale faced and breaking into a sweat. His hand shook as he snapped on his torch and shone it around, “who
Spirit of Music - Chapter Eleven“This is all your fault!” Rhythm paced angrily around the echoing room. Spencer sat on the wide bench in the corner, spread out diagonally. “Why?”Spirit of Music - Chapter Eleven8 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“You were supposed to distract the guard!”
Spencer’s mouth dropped open, “I did! I scared him into a jibbering wreck!”
“You obviously didn’t do a very good job,” Rhythm huffed, slamming her shoulders into a metal door. “Because he found me and now I’m in a custody cell!” She started hammering on the door until her fists hurt, “let me out!”
Spencer stood up on the bench, anger simmering slowly. “Well, you made a noise in the archives!”
Rhythm spun to face him, “what noise?”
“The loud crash.”
“That wasn’t me, I heard it too.”
Spencer visibly deflated, “then who did?”
“I don’t know.”
A small hatch in the door slid down, “alright, what’s all the commo