Hold On

I got this email in my inbox early one Monday morning

Asking me if I was free and available for performing

When I saw where I could barely contain my glee

“The Isle of Wight Festival”? I was like “Yes please”

We get our set time and it’s 4:45

But 2 hours before is when we’re told to arrive

According to Satnav it’s a 3hr drive

So if we leave at 9, everything should be fine

But yo, tragedy occurred from the moment we left

The traffic was a mess and every single light was red

Now we’re stuck behind a learner moving at a slow pace

If he doesn’t move soon I’ma commit road rage

But finally we get to the port all hot and sweaty

With 2 minutes to go to get on board our ferry

But it’s at that point we realise our mistake

We’re at the wrong one and ours is 3 miles away

That’s when I get on the phone to the organisers

And I’m like “Guys, we’re still our way

But there’s been a delay

So whatever you do, please just”

Hold On – I’m coming

So now we’re racing across town to reach the other port

Our tickets have expired so we’ve had to buy some more

But I don’t even care we just need to get there quickly

Coz if we miss our set neither of us will forgive me

The next ferry isn’t until twenty to 4

Which gives us just over an hour till we need to perform

The journey itself is only 20 minutes in duration

It’s cutting it pretty fine, but we might just make it

The car park is in a shopping centre that’s adjacent

But it’s Saturday so naturally every space is taken

We dump the car and now we’re struggling to find our way round

I look at Cal who’s on the verge of nervous breakdown

It’s no wonder that we can’t find our destination

I mean, who puts a port inside a train station?!

But finally we find it and we get on the boat

We’re not home free but I refuse to give up hope

That’s when Cal’s like “How are we getting there once we arrive?”

And I’m like “What do you mean?”

He’s like “You do know the whole island isn’t a festival yeah?”

And I’m like uhh yeah?

Hold On – I’m coming

20 minutes later and we’re on the other side

Time is really of the essence coz we’re on in 45

We try to grab a taxi but there isn’t one in sight

Kind of ironic really for a place that’s called ‘Ryde’

Eventually we get one and we chuck our stuff in it

And the driver says the journey’s about 25 minutes

I’m staring at the clock now watching the seconds ticking

Our set’s in half an hour, please God don’t let us miss it

He drops us off outside and we run to get our wristbands

Then try to find our stage coz we ain’t got time for chit chat

But the crowd is thick with people partying and drinking

And everybody that we ask tells us something different

We get there at 4:44 on the dot

– Praying that we haven’t missed our slot

We find the stage manager who’s the one in charge and has the power

Who says “Nah, you boys aren’t on for another hour”

That’s when me and Cal look at each other…

And to be honest, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry

But you know what?

It doesn’t matter man

Coz either way…

We made it!

Hold On – I’m coming