It was a large brightly lit stage. Above three red X’s hung menacingly like guillotines, we were revolutionaries defying the accepted order of things. We started slowly, eyebrows were raised, scorn was offered but we carried one as one of the red X’s screeched its disapproval. I’ve never met any of my cohorts but Twang and Bob were there, their chosen weapons screaming out their notes challenging, empowering. Bri was in control of his own rhythm in a haze of carefully considered brushstrokes keeping us all together with Rob C in perfect deep harmony. I was at the front delivering a pitch perfect accompaniment, notes soaring and flying from where previously there was only a flat, nasal, monotone. The crowd at first unsure, felt the wave of soulful, musical perfection washing over them and began to get to their feet. As we came to our climax. “Aaaaaah summer, summer breeze makes me feel fi-ine” Twangs guitar screaming out with the rest of us in absolute one-ness I awoke with a startle as David Walliams dressed as Marie Antoinette screeched “it’s a yes from me”. It could never happen could it?