They practiced. It was 3 hours before the show. Roger sat in the front, hanging on to every rift his father played, and every lyric they sang. The London Press called it the show of the decade.
Pink hadn't felt this unity in a long time. Everything was coming together. Little did they know that after all the practice, the show would start in an hour. Back in the dress room, Pink, Roger, David, and Nick sat together. One of the stage crew came into the room, letting Pink know he had a phone call.
"Hello...?," Pink answered with a surprisingly questionable tone
"Pink...." Lucas said with a quiver.
"Lucas, what is it, Is something wrong?"
"Pink, a girl, a girl...."
"A girl what?"
" This girl was stabbed, brutally murdered, and left in cold blood, right outside the apartments."
"Who was it?"
"Just some girl Pink."
[Pink was interrupted by the same member of stage crew came in to let him know he had 5 minutes before the show started]
"Lucas I gotta go, I'll be back in two days."
"Are you doing a show Pink?"
"Yes Lucas, I'll explain it all in a few days."
Pink put the phone down. He couldn't beleive that a girl was murdered.
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The lights went down, the crowd erupted, and The Floyd walked out on to stage.
They played for hours. Pink really thought he could get used to this again. David and Nick set the stage for the epic revival of pink. The guitar solos erupted through the crowd, and as the wall was built behind the band, the anticipation grew within the crowd. Comfortably numb began, and Pink was at the bottom f the wall. Singing the lyrics, David arose at the top for the chorus. Both muscians let their guitars sing for them. It was the show of the decade.
Roger sat there in awe. He revered his father. But to see this was once in lifetime. Roger then suddenly felt an anger. He didn't want anyone else to enjoy this. The same selfishness Pink grew up with. He hoped that this was all a dream, and that Pink had never actually come to play this show. It was no dream however. He knew his father was right there. He hadn't been there for the past 20 years, and then he just shows up. And as soon as he shows up, Roger gets no personal time with him. This obsession with The Floyd for so many years all came to an end as the show wrapped up.
Pink, Nick, and David all came backstage to end the show. The crowd was calling for an encore. Pink wanted to do it. So they decided to pick one song, and collecitvly, they agreed on "Wish You Were Here". Roger over heard this conversation. He grabbed a knife from the food table, and lunged at Pink, hitting him with a fatal wound to the heart.
No encore was played, as fans watched blood ooze out on stage.
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Pink woke up in his apartment, in his chair in the living room, with his father standing in front of him.
"Welcome my son, Welcome to the Machine..." Was all Father Floyd said.
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