Last night the band Interpol asked me if I wanted to tour with them as a 5th member of the group. I eventually said no as, even though they had parts for me to play, I didn't want to cramp their style. Then lead singer Paul Banks jumped off the side of a corrie, followed by the rest of the band, in an attempt to reach their plane which was sitting on the snow covered rocks below.
I changed my mind and decided I wanted to join them. I tried to take the safe way down to the plane, but then someone I haven't seen since school pushed me over the edge of the corrie. I banged my head on a rock then woke up.