Priory Hall.

A simple testament to greed.

At night the wind laps the ghost estate like a poisoned tongue probing a mouth of broken teeth.

In a flat stripped and rotting. A broken television perched on a chair comes to life.

A new signal is available.

The First of TheFive.

‘Listen to me,’ said the Rock Star and the crowd fell silent. The Rock Star spread his arms out wide.

‘The5 are here,’ he cried. ‘The5 are really here.’

Even though they didn’t know why, the crowd began to clap and cheer. The Rock Star punched the air and whooped.

‘Yeah!’ he yelled. ‘They’re really here.’

The Rock Star played the crowd now.

‘Listen,’ he whispered. ‘Who wants to join The5?’

‘We do,’ someone yelled from the front of the stage. ‘We all do.’

The Rock Star pulled the Horn from his belt.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen,’ he roared. ‘This next song is for all of you.’

The Rock Star put the Horn to his lips.

Mac reached over and picked up his spectacles. He swung his tired legs out of bed.

‘And so the day I always knew is right here now.’

Mac looked out into the darkness.

‘If you are reading this then you will know that we tried. We really did.’

Mac paused and a small tear began to form in his tired eye.

‘I suppose it was always the case that an old man and a young child would be no match for all the evil that the world has never seen.’

Mac smiled.

‘When the inevitable darkness comes for you be assured that it wasn’t the whole world that surrendered.’

At this point it is fair to say that the world has reached a dreadful juncture.

With the terrible truth now slowly pouring from beyond the NotBeSpeak are beginning.

No-one was able to see but a form began to materialise on the stage.

A form that coalesced in the light that the video cast upon the dark.

Indeterminate but concrete. Fleeting but arrived.

The first of the NotBeSpeak.