The sea, magestic and eternal, remained unchanged while ironically, Cliff wavered. It wasn't the first time he'd played to a packed stadium at Bumthwistle-on-Kent, and if he had anything to say about it, it wouldn't be the last.
Cliff Richard sat and stared out the window at the gently rolling sea as he tried to decide which song to open with. Through the dressing room door he could hear the screams of the crowd. It didn't help. The support act 'Blodwyn Pig' had done it's thing and departed, and now the crowd were baying for Cliff. From what he could make out, about half of the crowd were chanting for 'Devil Woman', while the other half seemed quite passionate about 'Wired For Sound'. Decisions decisions.
Cliff sat and stared at the sea for a long moment more, then his mind sharpened. The decision was made, come what may. He pulled on his white jacket, ran a hand through his hair for luck, and walked out onto the stage.
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