Trapped

Hit the ball, Jack

The six musicians were sitting in the living room, silently lost in their thoughts. They were starving, and all of them had lost hope that one day, they would get out of Trappy Farm. David got used to the idea, and awkardly tried to comfort Jonesy, Charlie, John and Bonzo, who were dying to see their wives and children. As for Keith, he did not worry much about Kim and Amanda: he knew he would not be welcomed home.

Bonzo took a look at his drumsticks he was holding, telling himself that he would not play behind Robert, Jimmy and Jonesy ever again. Just by looking at his face, Bonzo guessed that even Jonesy missed it.

Charlie was staring hopelessly at the broken telephone, which still was plugged. How could he tell Shirley goodbye?

John rested his hand on his grumbling stomach. He sighed and let his eyes stare at his fellow musicians. His thin and long lips pouted, and his eyebrows frowned. This deadly atmosphere had to change.

“Guys?” he whispered, not wanting to scare them.

They all turned their heads and looked at him with their empty eyes.

“I know that you're all... completely lost, but I think that we should do something, just to forget about our shitty situation for a minute or two.”

“And what do you expect to find in this fucking farm?” Charlie's voice snapped.

“You said you found an attic above your room! Perhaps we can find something there!”

Everybody seemed to be pleased about the idea. After all, onlu Charlie saw the attic, and their wish was to see something else than the rooms they wandered in everyday and now knew by heart.

Charlie nodded, and the others immediately jumped on their feet. Bonzo threw his drumsticks on the couch, somehow relieved to think about something else than Led Zeppelin and their situation.

The Stones' drummer led the others to his room, and walked up to the shelf behind whose books he found the button for the ladder to come down.

“Watch out, step back!” he said, removing the books hiding the button.

He pushed it and quickly ran back, avoiding the ladder, which fell loudly and squeaked. The attic was open.

Charlie made a hand sign, and they all followed him, climbing the ladder, some quicker than the others. David pulled the thin strings Charlie showed him, and therefore switched on the light.

Keith was fascinated by the amount of boxes there were. John opened one and smiled at the sight of old pictures and old music sheets. Jonesy noticed a ton of books and sat beside one pile, not caring much if his trousers got dirty. David noticed paintings resting against the wall, and stared at them for long minutes. Charlie pressed his back against the wall, crossing his arms and looking down. Before he reached a box, Bonzo noticed him and sighed. He walked up to his fellow drummer and rested a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“Charlie... I know that you feel blue, just try to relax for a minute, huh?”

“I can't. I saw almost everything in this goddamn attic.”

Tears started to form in the Stones' dummer's eyes. Before Bonzo could reply, they heard a voice shouting behind them.

“Look guys! I'm Sherlock Moones!”

Obviously. Keith.

They all turned their heads to look at him and smiled widely when they saw him wearing a long dark jacket and a green Victorian cap. He was holding a pipe, whose edge was stuck between his pouting lips. Charlie allowed himself to chuckle, and even David laughed. Keith started to walk ridiculously in the attic, puffing a bit.