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‘This is a song sung by the late, great Jeff Buckley called "Hallelujah"’ He begins struuitar, and he quietly transforms into someone who I’m sure would have been a celebrity at any other ti over the bay as his voice softly buildswith hison our faces in the cold wind as we sing ‘Hallelujah’ in broken voices

When it’s over, there’s aabout life and love and other things that are messed up and broken, yet so is subdued at first but quickly builds into a wild cheer

After that, the singer struuitar ai a pop song that’s light and fluffy and upbeat Everyone sways and hops and bursts out in song

We’re nowhere near as good as the angels I heard singing at the aerie There are enough of us singing off-key that we could never be considered good, ether – the cults with their greasy as on the suspension cables, the angry freedohters, the parents with their kids on their shoulders – that’s a feeling I’ll never forget for as long as I live However long that will be

I hold on to the feeling and try to lock it in the vault in my head where I know it’ll be safe and with ood in there before, but I want to et lost Just in case this is the last big huain

And then, I hear it

The thing I dread The thing I’ve been expecting

There’s a low buzz And the air begins to stir

Far too close to us, the

The sky blacks out with their bodies, and the s Either no one spotted the, or ere all too mesmerized by the show

A voice over the speaker starts a countdown That’s supposed to be a signal for the audience to run and for everyone to get into position

‘Five’

Five? It’s supposed to start at twenty-five

Everyone wastes a precious second realizing that we’re already out of time

‘Four’

Everyone scrambles People shove and run in panic The overcrowded audience and the show contestants have only four seconds to evacuate to the hideaway lattice and net beneath the bridge

The singer onstage keeps on singing as if neither hell nor high water nor apocalyptic angels descending on us will stop hi the best perfor and is now singing a love song

‘Three’

I have to clae to run like everyone else I keepheadphones around es of the stage, the rafters, and the suspension cables

‘Two’

There are tooin the same direction The hideout lattices we set up can only handle so e It’s utter chaos, with everyone running and screa

‘One’

As the crowd drains, they leave behind caunmen who scramble into position

A cloud of locusts swoops in froers and teeth