Finally, Louie declares they have a three-hour wait for technical studio shit to be completed, so Vincent can do his photographs and then I'll get an hour. Around half are still motoring from the night s before, others have been home to touch up the eye-liner, iron the sparkly skirts and pick up a fresh pair of stilettos. Louie's enthusing about the party they're going to throw at the next Miami Music Conference. User icon An illustration of a person's head and chest. Suddenly, my profound reverie is Interrupted as, blasting through the valley with a squealing roar at, I swear, no more than 1 00 feet above our heads V — comes a black RAF fighter plane.
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