The traffic hummed as it crossed Trent Bridge, bound for destinations unknown, near and far. The wind blew along the River Trent, cutting into the faces of the rowers as they dipped their oars into the water for one last effort, lifted their boat from the water and sent a silent prayer of thanks for their safe return to the haven of the Nottingham Boat Club. The Boat Club now lay empty and desolate!
Then, first in ones and twos, then groups, then droves, adoring fans, high on expectation, made their way to the Stage of Dreams. Instruments checked and tuned, voices honed and all soundchecks complete. The stage now set for Weekend Warriors. The crowd grew, sipped their beers, excitement and anticipation rose as the first group appeared. Ace Inhibitors – no newcomers to this environment – engaged the audience and prepared the way for the novices, who watched nervously in the wings!
First, The Fear Project and then Indigo Reef gave everything they had. Many new to this music scene rocked and cajoled their fans into a frenzy. The crowd hung on to every note, every chord, every nuance and demanded more of their new-found idols. More, more, more demanded their fans …. But there was no more.
Now, only memories are left, tales to recount, exaggerate, tell children and children’s children of that balmy night in May when mere mortals reached for the very edge of immortality.
The crown dispersed and the wind blew in the faces of revellers and their new-found heroes. Stars shone in the night sky, joined tonight by the new, bright stars of the Boat Club.
And the traffic, less intense now, hummed its way across Trent Bridge, bound for destinations unknown, near and far!
