[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]It's two in the morning and Red is awake because of a particular flyer that had been passed around town. He thought it was a prank, something Beck had planned to drive Tanglewood insane with the shrill buzz of plastic children's instruments. Then again, he had a feeling Beck has had quite a long time to work on his penmanship - something about this hinted at sincerity in the most terrible of ways. It couldn't have been his planning. It was, surely, something far worse.
It's when Red appears on the beach that he realizes it's not a prank, it's real, and there's someone sitting in the sand preaching about the joy of playing the goddamn kazoo. And now, standing well in sight of the others, he's gotten himself inevitably wrapped up in the whole damn thing. "Is this... A joke." Way to kill the enthusiasm. He sits, because he isn't going to upset Feza by just walking away, and stares at the water in a way that implies a contemplation of all the mistakes that led him to this point. "Actually, don't answer that."
It's when Red appears on the beach that he realizes it's not a prank, it's real, and there's someone sitting in the sand preaching about the joy of playing the goddamn kazoo. And now, standing well in sight of the others, he's gotten himself inevitably wrapped up in the whole damn thing. "Is this... A joke." Way to kill the enthusiasm. He sits, because he isn't going to upset Feza by just walking away, and stares at the water in a way that implies a contemplation of all the mistakes that led him to this point. "Actually, don't answer that."
[div style="text-align:center;font-size:10pt;line-height:9pt;color:black;font-weight:bold;font-family:verdana;"]IF YOUR FORTRESS IS UNDER SIEGE,
YOU CAN ALWAYS RUN TO ME
YOU CAN ALWAYS RUN TO ME