The final domino was in place. The whole warehouse was now full of them. It was going to create a spectacular TV event and they'd get themselves in The Book.
Three months of hard work, laying a huge new floor and ensuring it was level; assembling several structures to house dominoes as part of the display; and of course standing hundreds of thousands of dominoes on their ends had all been worth it.
"Ready?" asked John.
The director gave a thumbs up.
"Here we go then," John enthused as he pushed over the first domino.
There was nothing to be heard but the clacking of fallinfg dominoes as fan upon fan of colour spread out actross the warehouse. It was thought that the whole show would last for around twenty minutes, give or take.
Thirty seconds in and everything was plunged into darkness.
"Put 50p in the meter," quipped someone who clearly didn't understand the implications of what was happening.
The power wasn't restored and the clacking eventually stopped.
An hour later the lights came on and John was found in the corner of the warehouse, sobbing.
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