PREQUEL
MAL: When I think about it now, it doesnāt feel like a dream.
It feels real still, as though I could turn around a corner
and just find myself back there.
As though time and place were the same thing.
And my phone might start ringing, and itās one of them,
so Iād walk down the lane to meet them,
weād pick up where we left off
and keep on walkingā¦
Thereās not much else to do but walk around here.
The sky is painfully big, but our worlds were small, our lives little.
So when we found each other in the muddle of it all,
found some quiet understanding in the grey and green
that feeling of belonging was addictive.
In all this space and sky and sheep and grass
and dearth of people, when you find someone you know
within seconds of meeting them, you cling on tight
ācause itās rough sometimes, feeling so low in a place
that could be the cover of a chocolate box.
Where you could walk out of your house
and within minutes be far, far away from another human being
but somehow not feel lonely.
It was the small towns that always made me feel lonely,
with faces that taught me familiarity was not a synonym for friendliness;
balding, beer bellied men who clung to the side of the bar every night,
that girl who went crazy and poured kettle water over her brother,
who everyone knew sold drugs to the kids down the rec.
These places arenāt so idyllic after youāve been around them for a little while.
But we found somewhere.
It was shabby, but it was ours.
Thatās the thing about love, isnāt it?
Sometimes itās not in great nick,
the edges are frayed and youāve
spilled wine all over it
and itās gross and rundown.
But itās still yours,
so you hold on even tighter.
Ama, Oskar, Lewis and Me.
Ama, Oskar, Lewis and Me.
It was like a mantra,
The one thing that fell into place like weāre told things are supposed to.
I want to tell you about them.
And to tell you about them I have to go back.
GIG SPACE
MAL: Hiya. How are you?
My nameās Mal, and I want to tell you a story. Itās a true story. It happened to me and to my friends. Sometimes this story is hard to tell, so Iāve brought some friends with me to help me tell it. This is Jakabol!
Now, weāre not actors, but, and the people we're talking about are real ā so we're going to do things a little differently. These guys arenāt going to go full method, theyāre not going to act or become other people⦠theyāre just kind enough to be lending their voices to help our story come alive. Iāll introduce you.
This is Maz on violin ā she will be the voice of HOLLY.
Here we have Owen on the drums, Owenās going to be LEWIS.
This is Emmy on the harp and flute, sheās AMA.
And finally, on guitar, this is Joe. Heāll be taking on OSKAR.
JOE: Uh ā just so you know I do have a drama degree soooā¦
MAL: Oh, nice. Howād you do?
JOE: Cheeky little 2:1.
MAL: Nice. So that means you can multi-role right? Lovely stuff. So, Joe will not only be our guitarist, he will be the voice of OSKAR and miscellaneous party people. We also have animations by the brilliant CHRIS HARRISSON.
Now, to tell a story we need a time and a place.
So⦠Devon. 2011. Iām eighteen ā think I can still pull that off.
(The band humour MAL.)
So⦠Joe, what does a party sound like in 2011?
(Joe plays something unexpectedly raucous.)
MAL: No no no no, no! More chilled. More likeā¦everyone is just sitting around, smoking t...