Quake - the Musical

VICKI ANDERSON
Last updated 13:57 24/09/2012

Last night I had a vivid dream that Andrew Lloyd Webber had written a musical about Christchurch.

It was so vivid that when I first woke up I wasn't sure if it was real or imagined.

And, let's face it, life in Christchurch is so bizarre it's not that much of a stretch of the imagination.

In my dream it was titled, of course, Quake - the Musical.

It involved lots of jazz hands and giant puppets of Gerry Brownlee being hauled through Christchurch's broken streets.

I awoke with the sheets wrapped around me like a mummy in a sarcophagus.

In my dream I was despatched to interview Andrew Lloyd Webber.

This interview was to take place at the protest rally on Suffrage Day by the Bridge of Remembrance. I arrived notebook in hand and looked for him in a sea of placards. He was to be wearing a technicolour coat.

I was wearing a white camellia to reference Kate Sheppard's fight for democracy.

I looked everwhere for him but couldn't find him. My notebook remained bare.

Police were everywhere - mainly because, I assumed in my dream, the central police station was across the road - not because of any risk the small children holding homemade placards would start a riot.

Their signs read 'Christchurch Is Not An Experiment' and 'Not Too Shaken To Vote'.

A 12-year-old blind girl spoke eloquently about the letter she had written to Prime Minister John Key in a bid to save her school.

Through my tears I could myself no longer see.

In my dream, the children of Christchurch then held hands and formed a line that stretched around the heart of our city and they began to sing.

As I awoke this morning, the song they sang in my dream - Fallen Bricks In the Wall (apologies to Pink Floyd), echoed in my head ...

''Earthquakes shattered our region
Leaving just a memory
Snapshot in our family albums
John Key what else are you planning for me?
John Key, what future is there for me?!?
All in all it was just a brick in the wall.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
You! Yes, you! Stand still laddy!
We all need an education
We don't need no thought control
No colour coding of our classrooms
Gerry Brownlee leave our kids alone
Hey! John Key! Leave our kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
We all need an education
We don't need no thought control
No colour coding of our classrooms
John Key leave our kids alone
Hekia! Parata! Leave our kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
You're wrong, Do it again!
If Brownlee don't eat humble pie, he can't have any pudding. How can he
have any pudding if he doesn't eat humble pie?
You! Yes, you behind Cera, stand still laddy!
New Zealand - The dictatorship is already here
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh!
New Zealand - Christchurch thought you'd like to know.
Our children need security
We don't need no Government bullies
We have seen the writing on the wall
Don't think we won't fight this bad call
No! We're not going to play ball
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
All in all you were all just fallen bricks in the wall.''

- The Press

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