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After the show, Phil gave a short speech outlining why we were here, about Donald Trump’s assassination of their previous leader, the rakshasa, and how he had to be stopped before he imposed his tyrannical rule on the county.
The entire bar erupted in applause and when he came to sit down next me, the various customers wandered to our table to slap him on the back and pledge their support. They handed him twenties, and fifties, and asked for a way to contact him.
In a brief moment between visits Magnus said “Looks like the recruiting drive is going well. You didn’t put any magic in your music, did you?”
“Just what was already there” he said. “Besides, this isn’t really the recruiting.”
“What do you mean, you’ve just raised an army.”
“I’ve raised a little funds” he said pointing to the pile of cash that had grown on the table, which is helpful, but it’s not an army. Most of these people have good intentions, and the music’s lit a fire in them man, which is what it’s supposed to do. But tomorrow they’ll be busy with their own lives, loves and survival.”
“So, we didn’t accomplish anything.”
“Maybe, maybe not, give it a little time.”
