Phonogram in “David Can't Fail” by Matt Duarte
Description: David Kohl is standing in a bar, cockily smoking a cigarette and holding a drink, as if about to take a sip.
CAPTION: Despite the oh-so-popular disaffected façade and natural contempt that Phonomancers tend to wear in each other's presence...
CAPTION: The truth is that in the weeks after the “Britannia Incident”, my name was spoken in hushed tones and awed reference by everyone I came across.
Description: David is drinking from the glass now, and behind him we can see two rather young girls looking at him from the far end of the bar. They are whispering to each other, and David probably knows this too as he smirks to himself.
CAPTION: Half of them wanted to shake my hand and pat my back. The other half wanted to punch me in the most painful place they could imagine.
CAPTION: Me? I was happy to take it all in.
Description: From behind David, as he is walking to the stage of the club he is in, which is little more than a couple of inches above the rest of the ground. On it, there's a guitar player, bass, singer, drummer, and a keyboard player. Standard band set-up. Around him, there's only about a dozen people.
CAPTION: If the whole music scene wanted to collectively stroke and/or bite my shaft, I was more than willing to let them.
CAPTION: Hubris? I don't know the meaning of the word.
SINGER: This next one goes out to David...
CAPTION: ...wait, what?
Description: Same layout as before, except some new members have appeared on stage: a saxophone player, a trumpet player, and a trombone player. Behind them, a large chessboard flag has dropped bearing a phonomancer sign. David is now freaking out, arms to his side. The people that were scattered before are now forming a circle around him.
SINGER: The biggest cunt in this city. Who killed one music revival already. We won't let you do it again.
CAPTION: Shit. Shit. Shit.
SINGER: PICK IT UP, PICK IT UP, PICK IT UP!
CAPTION: Another ambush. Weapon of choice? The only genre more ephemerally short-lived, banally narcissistic and purposelessly catchy than Britpop...
Description: A small in-set panel, showing only David's face, which is a mix of horror and despair.
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