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All from the perspective of Blood Of Wecz frontman Scott H - Around a month or so ago
...It had been a long day at Dime Studios in Edinburgh. We were around halfway through the recording of our 15th album, and I was feeling pretty stoked, if a little tired, that it was all going so well. Ryan and Mark had finished laying down the guitar tracks, and we had sent Santi off to London to get the drum tracks finished, my part was still to come.
I returned to my apartment in Oswald Street, Glasgow, at around 12.10AM, having got the last train from Edinburgh. Entering the apartment, I had kicked off my shoes and grabbed a cold one from the fridge. Falling onto the sofa, I had grabbed the TV remote and slid back to see what was worth watching...
...I must have fallen asleep, because a while later I heard a small tap on my fifth floor window. Startled, I awoke from my sleep, and, naturally, darted to the window. As I looked down into the street below, all I could see was the odd taxi heading down Argyle Street and past Central Station...
...I returned to the sofa and turned the TV to the music channell "Scuzz" which just happened to be showing our wierdly funny video for the song "Repentance". I pulled a smoke from the pocket of my jeans and put it in my mouth. Searching for a lighter I was unaware that I had accidentally muted the TV. As I looked behind the sofa, a soft bang on my front door sent me swinging towards it. I ran forward and thrust myself towards the peep hole...
...Looking through, all I saw was the elevator doors close, and the dial above the elevator start to show the downwards arrow. "What the fuck?" I said to myself. I walked back to my lounge and turned the TV off, before going to the kitchen and grabbing a match. As I lit my smoke, another, much larger bang came, again against the front window, looking onto Oswald Street. I dropped my smoke from my mouth with a mixture of fear and rage, and careered into the lounge...
...As I reached the lounge, I was greeted by a huge crash, and a large rock came flying through the curtains, accompanied by shards of broken glass. I ran to the window, and thrust my head out, looking to the street below. All I saw was a small figure, around 5'3 in height, dressed in jeans and a blue hooded sweatshirt, and it was running away from my apartment. I watched it as it ran underneath the old rail bridge and toward Jamaica Street, before I turned back to my lounge...
...I looked at the shards of glass littering my floor and shook my head. I started to head towards the kitchen to get a brush, but as I did, the rock that had smashed my window caught my attention. "What in the hell?" I wondered, as I noticed it had a note tied to it... |
