User:Wentlin

Across the sky Link title, Media:there was nothing but stars. That and the glow from the fires that were still blazing on the hill surrounding the stage. Down there, away from the ocean, someone was playing. Although Graham could see who was playing, Grace couldn't. After all, she was half-asleep and half-tripped out on acid. Graham had taken some, but Grace, always the daredevil, had taken an entire tab. She silently moved her head side-to-side in groove to the music. Graham lifted the binoculars to his eyes again. On stage, the Grateful Dead were still jamming away, like they had been for the past 20 minutes.

"This is sure turning out to be a great festival" Graham thought to himself. Grace leaned her head on his shoulder, startling Graham for a minute. Grace looked up at him and smiled, happy that her joke had worked as her tripping brain had planned.

"So Graham, who's playing?" she asked him. Graham put the binoculars back up to his face.

"It looks like the Dead are still at it". Grace looked at him with a confused look on her face.

"Come on Grace, you know the Dead. You aren't that brain-dead yet". Grace still didn't know what he was talking about. She closed her eyes and leaned back down on the ground. Graham rolled his eyes.

"She just had to take all that acid." he thought to himself. As he looked down on the stage, The Dead finally finished and left the stage.