We’re going on a recce

We’re going to find a venue. 

What a beautiful day!

We’re not scared. 

Oh oh! A train!

A long, busy train!

Can’t get a bus there. 

Can’t even walk there. 

We’ve got to get on it!

Clickety clack, clickety clack. 

We’re going on a recce. 

We’re going to meet a client. 

What a beautiful day!

We’re not scared. 

Oh no! A stage door!

And a grumpy man in uniform!

Can’t go over it. 

Can’t go under it. 

I remember! We have to go through it. 

“What you want, mate? Who you meetin’?”

WHAT’S THAT?

One shiny flat floor. 

Two big black curtains

Two line arrays hanging

Oh no! It’s a stage!

Back through the stage door. 

“Done already?”

Quick cup of coffee. 

Slurp slurp gulp. 

Knock up a budget. 

Guess, lie, estimate. 

Draw up a ground plan

Shift alt drag click. 

Sign off the graphics. 

“Not yet, get real”

Oh no! We forgot to book the truck!

Back on the phone, quick. 

On its way now. 

Under the covers. 

Yikes, I’ve missed this. 

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With apologies to Michael Rosen, who finds rhythms no one else can imagine.