…everyone had to retreat inside as the water gushed from above. 

The great stuff about unfortunate events like this gave us a chance to recalibrate. We had to squeeze under shelter and get skin to skin. While the PRTLS crew and the house mates of this magical place had to hustle things indoors, everyone else stayed relaxed albeit increasingly chilled, in the cold sense of the word.

Aside from getting wet, the show went on. And after a brief transformation of the venue - agreeing to pick up all the household living room pieces into another space for band gear and a newly invented solutions and effort - the metaphorical and literal electricity began again.

For me, though, I had felt it was time to run back to town.

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