The tall crowd crushed in from all directions. A jostling melee of bodies. Strange faces jumping into her own. The world still spinning as she pushed through the scrum.
‘Well done, Sophie the Brave.’
A drunk, fat man clapped her on the back as she burst out of the crowd and staggered onto the grassy thoroughfare. Her legs seemed to be stuck together. Oh yea, the safety clip on her dress. She removed it, but still couldn’t walk steady. So dizzy! Really needed some water. She recalled a tap somewhere close by and began stumbling towards it. The atmosphere of the festival seemed more sinister now – stomping feet, shouting mouths, leering eyes. Everything jumping intrusively into her face. The water-point wasn’t where she expected, so she kept walking – not entirely in straight lines – for quite a long time. What field was she in now? Eventually, she found a tap and bent down to drink from cupped hands. The taste was fresh and clean, but everything still spun. The world had a greasy shine to it – patchy, oil-spill colours. She leant against a narrow tree and hung her head.
‘You having a good night?’ A geezer swaggered up with a cocky leer in his grin… oozing bad energy. ‘You alright? Wanna go somewhere we can chill out?’ There was no compassion in his tone. Sophie wanted him to leave, but could only point a confused squint. ‘Come on. I’ll look after you.’ He grabbed her around the shoulders and started to lead her away.
‘Get off me. Fuck off!’ Sophie squirmed free and stumbled clear.
‘Fuck you then.’
His caring pretence evaporated with a sizzle and he waved his arm impatiently as he stalked off. Oh God! What a vulture! She must look pretty fucked up if she’s attracting scavengers like that. Needed to find the girls. They’d look after her. Would be nice to be hugged up close to Tanya’s big, chuckling bosom. She needed to find the Ska Tent. Just up here and past the wicker sculpture on the hill… right? Sophie made her way through the festival. But had to keep going for longer than expected. It must be further than she thought… much further.
Eventually, she realised she’d gone the wrong way. Hadn’t even got back to the Circus Arena. Although she was pretty sure she knew where to go, now. Kept seeing places she recognised, although her brain wasn’t really putting things together properly. The world had never stopped swirling… and she remained swimming in sweat. The Circus Master’s spell still firmly in place. Black magic messing with her mind! The image of him lashing his whip, brandishing his machetes, taming his lionesses. Oh God!
Okay, where the fuck was she? She’d never seen this yoga tepee before. Had she ever even been in this field? She was lost. Needed to call the girls. Why hadn’t she done that already? Oh shit! No phone! No bag! Fuck! She’d given her bag to a woman, before going on stage. What did the woman look like? Sophie just remembered red hair and a big smile. Shit! She had to find the Circus Arena – see if the woman was still there… or had handed the bag in. How long had it been? Time had been warping weirdly ever since she fell under the Circus Master’s spell. It must’ve been at least an hour… could easily have been two. There was probably no one at the arena now. But she hurried along anyway. Should ask someone for directions, but she really didn’t want to.
The festival felt like a cruel place, now. Even cheery shouts rang hollow and sinister. What were all these strange people thinking, behind their funny, floating faces? Everything seemed grim. An evil carnival of intrusive colours – horror at the fun-fair. She was totally lost… and really needed a piss. Couldn’t see any porta-loos. She found a quiet corner and squatted behind a pile of technical equipment. Yet couldn’t actually piss, however hard she strained. So the ecstasy’s only effect was to stop her pissing. Typical! She staggered back onto the thoroughfare, feeling depressed. A man was looking as he strolled past. She thought it was her driving instructor for a second, but obviously, it wasn’t.
‘You alright?’ He seemed nice – not overly concerned, but at least he wasn’t visibly sizing her up for a sexual assault. Was with a group of student-ish guys drifting along in a loose, skirmish-formation.
‘No. I’ve lost my friends… and my phone… and my bag… and I’m lost.’
He looked troubled. Drunken face crinkling to concentrate. ‘Shit. Where’d you need to… get to?’
‘The Circus Arena… or the Ska Tent.’
‘I know where the Ska Tent is. We’re going near there now. Come with us… if you like. Just try to ignore Darren. He’s one of the good guys… but he’s fucked.’ He gestured towards a lanky, boggle-eyed man lumbering towards them. There was a slight slope and Darren fell towards his own footsteps with lurching momentum.
‘Fuck you, Mark! Don’t bad mouth me. I’m top of the fucking world.’