Episode 6 Twenty Twelve

This programme contains strong language.

'And Seb Coe gets the gold medal...'

# There may be trouble ahead

# But while there's moonlight and music

# And love and romance

# Let's face the music and dance

# Let's face the music and dance. #

I don't care. Well...

It's Monday morning.

Already it's not a good start to the week for Twenty Twelve's Head of Deliverance, Ian Fletcher.

Over the weekend he's run into problems with his wife

over the level of his commitment to a recent programme she's drawn up

for him to reconnect with his emotional life.

That's what you don't seem to...

But things are about to get worse.

Look, I don't care.

-Morning, Sally.

-Oh, hi. Morning.

-So, we have a giant pile of horse shit on the pavement outside.

-Yes.

-I'm assuming that's not an accident.

-They're looking at the CCTV now.

Apparently it was just there this morning.

Or if it is, it's an accident of truly epic proportions.

I pity the horse involved.

Seb's office have been trying to get hold of you.

Yes, I know. I thought I'd better see the size of it for myself first.

-Just a wild guess - this is the Greenwich Park Separatist Movement, isn't it?

-I think that's the idea.

-I think the feeling upstairs is, it might be a better idea if you dealt with it rather than Seb.

-Great.

-I think he feels it might be...

-That's a much better idea. Great.

-Do you want a cinnamon Danish whirl with your cappuccino?

-Why not?

-Live dangerously.

-They had fresh ones when I arrived, so I picked one up just in case.

-Great. And if they've got any shit sandwiches, maybe you could pick one of those, too.

-Right, oh...sure.

After months of bitter argument, local feeling about the decision

to use Greenwich Park as a venue for Equestrian events in 2012 is running high.

Apparently this Ward guy is a bit of a, you know, uh...

Well, not a great deal, I know he was thrown out of the last council meeting, so...

Well, apparently he called the Chair of the Planning Committee a useless fatso...

Well, I know, but even so..

Absolutely.

Yes, absolutely.

No, absolutely.

No, not at all, that's fine. Strategically the last thing we need

is for you to be wading knee deep in...

Absolutely, not at all, not in the least...

'The strategy is to keep this as low key as possible. The press will no doubt get hold of it,'

they love this kind of thing, but it makes sense to keep Seb out of it.

-So that's all good.

-But how do feel about that?

-That's great.

-You don't feel you've been dumped in the...?

-No.

-I know what you want me to say, and I'm not going to say it.

-OK.

It's not the Monday morning I was hoping for, particularly after this weekend.

-But no, it's all good.

-So what happened at the weekend?

I don't think we really need to talk about that, do we?

-Well...

-I'm not sure what there is to say about a 48-hour stony silence.

-DOG BARKS

-Come on, there we go. Leave it, leave it!

Go on, go on, Otis, go on. Where's it gone?

Tony Ward is no stranger either to controversy or to cameras.

That's great, that's very real.

Today, it may be a BBC London News team.

But 30 years ago, in 1979, he won a BAFTA for his film Intravenous,

which has since gone on to achieve near cult status amongst those who saw it.

-Maybe you could just do that one more time.

-No, I think that's enough now for now, for fuck's sake.

After the success of Intravenous, Ward had a spell in Hollywood

where he made almost two other films in the 1980s before eventually returning to London

to make a series of commercially less successful, but highly personal marriages.

His house has overlooked Greenwich Park ever since

and last year he became sole founder of the Greenwich Anti-Equine League.

The horse lobby are a bunch of fucking tossers...

Since Greenwich was chosen as the venue for equestrian events,

he feels he has become trapped between various bureaucratic bodies

which are disinclined to listen to the voice of the ordinary individual.

In these circumstances he feels his campaign of action

is not only a reasonable but an appropriate response.

-See how the fuck they like that.

-Right.

The irony of it is, I used to rather like this fucking country.

-I mean yes, sure, I may have made a contribution to shaking it up in my own small way.

-Right.

Fine. Yes, I'll grant you that.

-Right. Yes.

-The thing is...

Sorry, in what way exactly?

Well, through my work.

Oh, right. Oh, yes, of course.

Yes. But that's only because I love it.

-It's like beating your wife.

-Right.

Which I've also done, obviously, but I'm not proud of it,

but there's a kind of honesty in that moment that people really don't like to talk about.

-No. Right.

-This isn't a local issue. It's not about me.

This is a symptom of a much wider malaise in this country.

-Right.

-I mean they've managed to fuck up just about everything else.

That patch of ground out there is just about the only thing

that keeps me fucking sane in this world.

Back at the Olympic Deliverance Commission,

it's the end of the day, and for Ian there's a first sighting of his new adversary.

What you've got to imagine is 200 heavy-thighed competitors

camping around in tights and leather boots with whips.

God knows how many hundred horses, complete with horse boxes and Christ knows what else,

trampling the grass into porridge and crapping at will

and 20,000 pubescent girls from second-rate public schools in Surrey

with dreadful aspirational mothers arriving every day to watch it all.

In the meantime, ahead of tomorrow's planning meeting, this is one protest

that the Olympic authorities aren't going to enjoy sweeping under the...

Right, well, seems like a reasonable man.

-Yes.

-Good to see the whites of his eyes anyway.

-Yes.

-Right.

It's been a long day, but Ian knows he's going to have to go home at some point.

Nice dog.

-Yes.

-I like dogs.

-No, the dog's fine.

-I've never had one. They're too much trouble, aren't they?

-Well, you can have trouble without having a dog.

-Right. Yes, good point.

OK. Well, you're just here for a bit, are you?

-Yes, probably.

-Right.

Yeah, just got a bit to do.

-Bloody emails.

-Oh! Don't get me started.

-Getting ridiculous.

-It is, ridiculous.

OK. Well, see you tomorrow then.

Yes. Bye. Not a problem.

It's Tuesday morning, and as Ian arrives for work,

there's good news and bad news in the horse manure department.

Hi. It's me, obviously. I don't want to talk, in case you're wondering.

Probably not. I left my keys in the house last night. So I can't get in.

The pavement outside the Olympic Deliverance Commission is clear,

but yesterday evening, Tony Ward's campaign of protest became more personal

when the latest special delivery was deposited outside Ian's own front door.

..A vague smell of horse shit following me around and I've tracked it down to my trousers.

So I need to get some fresh clothes and stuff. OK?

Right. I'm going to turn my mobile off so you can leave a message.

Or email me or something. OK? Right.

I suppose it's partly my fault. It all got a bit out of shape for a while last night.

-I won't go into detail.

-No, OK.

-OK, she'd had a bit of a shock.

No-one likes to arrive home to find some guys from the antiterrorist unit

pushing a big pile of shit around on your doorstep.

-No. What were they doing there?

-They were making it safe, apparently.

-Right.

So that's all good. Plus, Eileen from next door got into a state about it.

-Because of...

-It was her daughter's birthday and she thought they'd bought her a pony.

-Oh, right.

But my strategic error was, I went out about midnight, just you know...

-Yes.

-And I left my keys behind.

In retrospect that was a very basic error.

So how did you get back in?

-That's what I'm saying. I had to spend last night in the car.

-God, that's...

-So yeah.

-I mean, it's a Volvo...

-Oh, well, at least...

But how can I put this? It's an enclosed space in which to discover

you've managed to get horse shit on your trousers somehow.

Ian's wife Laura is a busy lawyer in her own right.

We asked her to take part in this programme, but she was clear that she didn't want

any of her personal details to be identified either psychologically or legally.

Meanwhile, back at the ODC, other members of the Deliverance Team

are working hard to prepare for the Greenwich Park decision.

It's on a very large scale, so...

it's the entire park, OK?

We've got every single tree individually marked out,

so we know exactly where they are.

-Well, that's good. But we already know where the trees are.

-Yes.

You can go and look where they are, it's not a secret.

Yes, OK, but still.

'Head of Sustainability, Kay Hope, is in a meeting with Nigel Fox

'from the London Wildlife Stag Beetle Outreach Project.'

The issue is, stags don't live in trees,

they live in stumps.

-Right, yes.

-So how many stumps have you got marked on there, then?

OK. Right. Excuse me...

'Kay's hope is that she can convince him of the ODC's commitment

'to the preservation of the park's delicate ecosystem.'

It's a globally threatened species, protected under the Wildlife And Countryside Act,

listed as a priority for the UK And London Biodiversity Action Plan...

When it comes down to it, it means bugger-all.

-OK, so here's one. Here's a stump.

-Right.

-There's another one here...

and here.

Yeah. Those are wastepaper bins.

And they will stay exactly where they are,

we're absolutely committed to that.

OK, fine. So I'd need to be there by 7.30?

OK.

Well, that would be great if you could. Yes, thanks.

And it'll be live?

Sure. No, that's fine.

No, that's all good. OK.

So I guess...

'Meanwhile, as media interest in the Greenwich Park protest grows,

'Ian has had a call from the BBC

'inviting him to take part in a discussion with Tony Ward

'on tomorrow morning's Radio Four Today Programme.'

OK, great. Well, fantastic.

See you tomorrow.

Bye.

-Wow!

-I don't know if you actually like kiwi fruit.

-Yes, I do.

-It's full of vitamin C.

Yes.

I mean, this is fantastic.

It's not a problem.

'I've seen those proposals.'

The reason why there's no stumps on your plans is - nobody's talking about this -

-but those proposals involve quietly removing five of the seven remaining tree stumps in the park.

-Five?

-Yes.

To make it look better on TV, obviously...

'Meanwhile, Kay and Nigel Fox are getting down to the nitty-gritty.'

In numerical terms, five is a very high number.

-It's been a very unpleasant battle to preserve those seven.

-I'm on your side, Nigel.

-It's been bloody.

-I am fighting the same battles in this organisation every day.

-OK, it's only a beetle, but it gets to you in the end.

-It's more than a beetle, isn't it?

-It always is, that's the thing about sustainability.

-It's all very well these T-shirt animals...

The bloody hedgehog. Well, fine.

-But somebody's got to stand up.

-Yes.

-You spend two to three years inside the same damp tree stump even before you become a pupa.

-Yes.

-You spend another whole winter in there, inside the pupal case.

-Right.

Then, just when your brief time is coming, just when it's beginning to get warm,

some JCB comes along and flattens the whole bloody lot.

I'm going to do something about this.

"..It's unfortunate if there is the odd isolated individual

"who may not have come on that journey with us."

What the fuck does that mean?

'Meanwhile, over in Greenwich,

'Tony Ward has already started making preparations

'for tomorrow morning's radio debate.'

This salad dressing

is the only thing my third wife did for me.

Really?

Olive oil, white wine vinegar,

tablespoon of Dijon, tablespoon of honey.

Seven years of fucking marriage for that.

Right. Good. So how are you going to prepare for the debate tomorrow?

It's not even as if I like salad that much.

-But my doctor's some kind of fucking Nazi.

-Right.

-So how...

-You go in and they've got their finger up your fucking bum. They love all that.

-Good.

-So how are you going to prepare for tomorrow's debate?

-Right, OK.

Let me tell you tell something.

Um, right... Um...

When I was shooting Intravenous,

people used to bleat on about fucking storyboarding

and narrative beats.

-Well, fuck that.

-Right.

Oliver and I used to turn up each morning, look at each other,

have a fucking great argument which he'd normally win,

and then we'd do it my way anyway.

And that's the way it was.

-That's what you see on the screen.

-Right.

You meet life in the moment,

not before it, not after it.

-Right, yes.

-Cheers, mate.

So yes, it's me. I left you a message earlier.

It's half-past six.

My trousers are stinking, I need a shower.

I need to get into the house, OK?

So...give me a call. OK?

OK, guys. We've got a situation, unless we control it we're out of control.

'Back at the ODC,

'it's been a full day already.

'But at the end of the afternoon, Head of Brand, Siobhan Sharpe, has arrived,

'confident that she can make it even fuller.

'Her idea is that she should chair a workshop

'in which members of the Deliverance Team

'prepare Ian fully for tomorrow morning's live radio debate.

'First up, is Head of Infrastructure, Graham Hitchens.'

-What are the issues, from your perspective?

-From my perspective, OK,

-is there a funny smell in here or is that just me?

-I thought that.

-Did you?

I didn't want to say anything...

OK, guys, we are at 13 hours and counting, and we're counting down.

OK. Well, in terms of infrastructure,

one thing they're going to say is

there is no way that you're going to get up to 75,000 people

in and out of that park over a two-week period,

not with the public transport network as it is. No way, OK?

-They're going to say that's going to be a total disaster.

-Sure.

OK? They're going to say...

Oh, I don't know... They're going to say

it's going to be a war zone in there, you know.

Hundreds of horses breaking loose and trampling women and children to death...

-Thanks, Graham. I think I've got the picture.

-That's the first thing they'll say.

-OK. Ian.

-OK.

Well, the park already has excellent transport connections with the DLR to Greenwich,

the overground links to Blackheath,

and the Thames River Service to Greenwich Pier.

We've worked very closely with local community groups to devise our Coordinated Movement Plan

which involves the temporary removal of the gates at the Vista Park entrance

and dedicated one-way entrance and exit points at St Mary's Gate

and Circus Gate respectively.

-OK. Graham?

-Yeah, what?

-Are we good with that?

-Yeah, that's fine.

The other thing they're going to go on about is toiletage.

-Whoa.

-They are obsessed with that.

OK, we've got a schedule here.

-I'm just saying...

-Sorry to bother you.

-No, it's OK.

OK, guys. Time out. Back in five.

That's me missing Britain's Got Talent. Thank you.

-I wrote it down.

-Did you speak to her?

-No, I just listened.

'Whilst the meeting has been in progress, there's finally been a message from Ian's wife.'

-She doesn't care where your keys are.

-Right.

'Unsettled by the events of last night,

'she's gone to stay at a friend's house.'

..basically, can't bear to be anywhere near you.

-That's all she said.

-Yeah, that's all.

-Right, OK.

-I mean, I didn't write down the other things.

-Right.

-Um, Sally...

-Yes.

-Could I just...

The thing is, I don't think I can really go on the Today Programme smelling of horse shit.

I need you to get me some new trousers.

I don't know, but I think Selfridges sometimes stays open till ten.

Yes, it does. Not a problem, I checked.

-I wouldn't normally ask you to do this...

-No, that's fine, not a problem. It's fine.

-So, it's Hugo Boss.

-Yes.

-38-inch waist.

-Yes, 38, yes.

I tell you what, why don't you just take the jacket,

then just ask them to get the trousers that go with that.

Yes, of course.

-Here's my credit card. I'll give you my PIN number.

-Yes, absolutely.

But if they want my inside leg measurement,

-I'm afraid you'll just have to use your imagination.

-Yes, no, not a problem. Not a problem.

-So, for instance, we've done a survey of every single tree in the park.

-That sounds good.

It's fine, it's all fine.

Except, the thing is, the stag beetle doesn't actually live in trees, it lives in tree stumps.

-It's like being on Springwatch.

-It feeds on dead wood.

-I think I know how it feels.

-I'll have that.

-This is actually pretty serious.

-No wonder Bill Oddie's a manic depressive.

'Siobhan has decided that Ian and his team are happy to work late into the night if necessary.'

From my perspective, from a Sustainability point of view, we're really exposed here.

-I totally get that.

-No, you're absolutely right about this, Kay.

-From a Legacy point of view, we're definitely vulnerable.

-Legacy?

We go in there, we spend £34 million putting everything in,

-then we just take it all away again.

-OK.

-There is no legacy.

-Legacy and Sustainability are not the same. They're totally different words.

-Yes, I'm sorry.

-Totally different.

-It's late and I just... I know they are.

Sustainability is obviously the issue here.

Nobody's thought about it, as usual. I really think the stag beetle

-is offering us an opportunity to redeem ourselves.

-OK, where are we with this?

-We want to remove half the existing tree stumps in the park?

-It's more than that.

-It's five out of seven so it's, that's, it's...

-That's...

-It's seven tenths...

-OK, guys...

-71.4%.

-Exactly. Right. It's a criminal act.

-OK. Thank you, Graham.

You've got your keyboard, a touchscreen - best of both worlds.

-OK. we've got an issue here and we've got to nail it.

-Looking at this,

-it's quite hard to see what's what.

-You're telling me! I can't make head nor tail of it.

-Nobody's thought it through.

-What are the round things?

-I'm hoping they're pepperoni, I've had three.

-There are some trees we may have to lose.

-OK. How many?

-I don't know. Ten or something.

-Not the listed ones, obviously.

-OK.

That's bad enough, but at least we'll be replanting.

-But you can't replant a stump.

-But if...

-It's absolutely typical. Welcome to my world.

-So let's say we're cutting down ten existing trees. Why can't that be ten new tree stumps?

-What?

-Holy shit.

-Unless I've misunderstood something.

-Uh, well...

-In terms of Sustainability...

-Jesus.

-..our legacy, our...

You know, the thing will be that, in fact, after the Games

-there'll be more tree stumps in the park than there are now.

-Yay! Go Beetle!

-I mean, that's all very well.

-Yeah, that's a 58.3% increase.

-That is sensational!

-You've got GPS on here, obviously.

-Have you got a fast-forward on that thing?

-OK.

It's half-past ten. I think we've probably...

-I know exactly what'll happen. I know already.

-OK, guys. Good job. I think we're done.

The Legacy lot will get their hands on this. You just wait.

Yeah, great.

Can I have your dough balls?

'Sorry, I couldn't get down to Dad's at the weekend...'

'By the time the meeting's over it's nearly eleven o'clock,

'but Ian has still found time to phone his sister.'

It's a bit late to call out of the blue. In fact, you're probably in bed already.

But is there any chance of me crashing at your place tonight?

Perhaps you could just let me know either way? Mind you, if you're asleep...

-Sally.

-Oh, hi.

-You're still here.

-Yeah, I had a bit of catching up to do. Some spreadsheet-ing, anyway.

-You got the stuff!

-Yeah, I just put it over there.

-Oh, that's great, that's perfect.

-Brilliant, Sally.

-Not a problem. I had them taken up.

They said they couldn't do it cos they were closing,

-but I pointed out they had a sign up saying "Free Alteration Service."

-Right.

-I think they just wanted to go home.

-What's this? A tie?

-Yes.

-That's, really...

-You don't have to wear it, I just thought...

-No, no, no, it's great. And...a razor.

-You can take it back. Or I can take it back if it's easier.

-Oh, no, no.

Aftershave balm with soothing aloe vera and healing tea tree oil.

-I don't know if you like tea tree oil.

-This is too much.

-A lot of people don't.

-What's this?

It's fine, I can just take it all back. It's not a problem.

This computer is so slow...

Socks?

It's annoying, actually. They keep saying they're going to replace it, but they haven't.

This is the wrong entrance? There's a wrong entrance and a right entrance?

'It's the next morning, and Tony Ward's arrival at the BBC

'has got off to a false start.'

Typical fucking BBC. Perfectly good fucking entrance where everybody used to come in and out.

-Then they build another fucking entrance 300 yards up the fucking road. Bunch of

-BLEEP.

-Are you feeling confident?

-This is the wrong way, isn't it?

-Uh...

-We're going towards the fucking car park.

-Right.

-Fucking hell.

-Right.

..Looking at your face, they're also going to be looking at you...

'Meanwhile, Siobhan has made sure that Ian,

'who is feeling much better-rested this morning, is there early.'

Another thing is, it takes 37 muscles to frown, right?

Yeah, this is radio, Siobhan.

OK, but here's the thing about radio. Radio's a totally visual medium.

-Yes, I know that.

-Why do you think they got webcams in there?

-What?

-And the loos are just back here, round to the left if you need them. OK. So, here we are.

-Right.

-I don't know whether you two have actually met?

-No, we haven't.

-Hi.

Yeah, that's enough.

'Meanwhile, Tony Ward has finally made it into the building.'

-Can I get you a coffee?

-Yeah, sure.

I'll have a latte with as much caffeine as you can physically ram into it.

-We've just got coffee, I'm afraid.

-OK, forget it.

Or, I don't know... We've tea, or maybe...

Yeah, actually, fuck it. Just bring me some coffee, love, OK? Fuck it.

Coffee, right.

The running order's changing all the time, so I'll see what the latest is.

-Yeah, do that.

-Thanks.

Right.

Yesssss.

'Owing to a devastating mudslide in Taiwan, following weeks of heavy rain,

'Ian and Tony's slot has been put back in the running order.

'All they can do now is wait.'

'I've got nothing to say to him.'

-Everything I'm going to say, I'm going to say on air.

-Right.

-Him and his bit of media skirt.

-Do you know what you're going to say?

-They're in for a surprise.

-Right.

-I'm going to be Mr Reasonable.

-Well, that probably will be...

-Can you take this? I don't want it.

-OK.

-It's unspeakable.

-Right.

I'm going to be calm, I'm going to be polite,

I'm going to be rational.

And I'm just going to let the guy reveal himself

-as the useless

-BLEEP

-that he is.

Right.

No, I'm feeling pretty good.

It's surprising what not smelling of horse shit does for your confidence.

I think the longer the wait,

the greater the chances of him just overheating and blowing a circuit.

The other good thing is that Siobhan thinks I'm still in the toilet. It's all looking very good.

-OK, so here's the situation. Sorry to have kept you waiting.

-No, not at all.

The running order's gone because of the mudslide.

But we're trying to get you in, since you're here.

-You'll be the last item, running up to nine o'clock and you won't have long, I'm afraid.

-OK.

-Ah, fuck.

I'll take you through now, but it might be worth thinking of one or two key things...

-(Stag beetle.)

-What?

-One or two key points to make...

-(Stag Beetle.)

-Thank you, Siobhan.

-OK, if you want to follow me.

-Cool.

-It'll just be the two of them in the studio, I'm afraid.

-OK. I'm sure that could work.

I'm cool with that.

'Finally, after all the build-up and preparation, the moment has arrived.'

..All over the papers, ahead of that planning decision.

We're joined by Tony Ward, who's the man responsible for the protest,

and by Ian Fletcher, who's Head of Deliverance at the ODC.

Now, we're going to have to keep this brief, gentlemen, I'm afraid.

Tony Ward, what exactly do you hope to achieve in this campaign?

Good morning, James. These people are a bunch of chinless Stalinists. That's no controversy...

We'll have to put that straight to Ian Fletcher. Chinless Stalinist?

-Well, I think...

-Very briefly, I'm afraid.

Yes, obviously, I'm very sorry that Tony feels that way.

All right, gentlemen, we'll have to leave it there.

We will return to this again before 2012.

Our editors today were Ollie Stone-Lee and Alexis Condon.

-From all of us, good morning.

-Good morning...

OFF-AIR SIGNAL BEEPS

Waste of fucking time. Typical Radio Four. It's all plays about women having problems with refrigerators.

'Despite all his experience in the film world,

'Tony has been genuinely surprised by the speed at which live radio can sometimes move.'

'Meanwhile, by the time Ian has got back to the Olympic Deliverance Commission,

'there's a surprise waiting for him.'

-Morning.

-Oh, hi.

-So, did you hear it?

Yeah. Yeah, I did, yeah. I heard it.

Right. So what did you think?

-There's someone here to see you.

-What?

Jesus. Right. OK.

-Fuck.

-I offered her tea.

-Uh...

-But she said she didn't want anything - or coffee.

-So I just gave her some water, really.

-Right, OK.

-And then she went in there.

-Right, God.

-Well, she's coming out.

-Shall I?

'His wife, Laura, has decided to drop by.'

-No, you stay right where you are.

-OK.

-Hi.

-First of all, as you know, I am a lawyer.

-Yes, hello.

I have not given my consent to be filmed,

-so if I appear in this. I will sue you personally, and I will win.

-Right.

-Laura!

I mean, at least that's all pretty, uh...

-Would you like a...

-You stay exactly where you are.

-Not a problem.

-Laura...

-So we're turning that off, OK?

-Uh, well, shall we...

I think legally you can't...

-Where was I? You locked me out.

-Where did you get that tie from?

-What, this?

-You haven't got a tie like that.

-Laura, let's just go somewhere and talk.

We ARE somewhere, I AM talking.

-Uh, shall I?

-No, leave that.

-I just thought...

-Don't think, just leave it!

-Not a problem.

-This is between you and me. I'm not having you talk to Sally like that.

-No, really...

-I'm not having it.

-But really...

-Sally, please, shut up.

-OK.

-Where did you spend last night?

-I don't see why I should answer that.

-Were you with her?

-This is pointless and embarrassing.

-I take your failure to answer as a yes.

-If that's what you think happened, fine, good.

-Actually can I...

-Sally, please, stay out of this.

-It's not a problem, I'd like to say something.

-No!

-What are you doing with that?

-Oh, nothing.

-Is it still on?

-No.

-I sit here every day.

-Sally!

-There's still a light on.

-That's just the...

-It's still on!

-It just does that.

-I sit and never say much.

-Please!

-It's not a problem, but all my life...

# There may be trouble ahead

# But while there's moonlight and music

# And love and romance

# Let's face the music and dance

# There may be teardrops to shed

# So while there's moonlight and music

# And love and romance

# Let's face the music and dance

# Let's face the music

# And dance. #

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