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Took a while of flicking through my music collection to find the right piece for Jay, but as soon as I heard this - it clicked, and it had to be this. I've tried to do this in a similar fashion to Sally's, as a montage of images similar to a music video. I hope it works out OK.

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Empty spaces - what are we living for?
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score...
On and on!
Does anybody know what we are looking for?

* Jay's empty flat in some unnamed suburb, he is alone, recently changed, at a loss to what to do with his life, he drifts from place to place with nothing happening.

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Another hero - another mindless crime.
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime.
Hold the line!
Does anybody want to take it anymore?

* Flashes of packmates - first Ben Foster, close and intimate, then Cailleach, passionate and insightful, then Janescka, calm and in control, and finally Harmony, strong and loved.

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The Show must go on!
The Show must go on!
Inside my heart is breaking,
My make-up may be flaking,
But my smile, still, stays on!

* Images of the pack adventuring, carving their territory in Hertfordshire, finding and joining with their pack totem "Mist", facing down Pure and spirit alike, ending with Ben & Cailleach's images fading away as they leave to follow their own paths.

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Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance.
Another heartache - another failed romance.
On and on!
Does anybody know what we are living for?

* Scene changes to Birmingham, a green territory outside of the motorways, Jay bereft of his lover Ben throws himself into the duty of the Oath of the Moon, and two more packmates enter - El, a yet-innocent young woman of mischief and determination, and Cipher, a confident yet mysterious man who keeps his own counsel.

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I guess I'm learning
I must be warmer now..
I'll soon be turning round the corner now.
Outside the dawn is breaking,
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free!

* Enter a larger-than-life Richard "Loki" Rhodes, offering to take Harmony away and train her for greatness. Jay and Janescka follow, leaving Birmingham, El, and Cipher behind, and travel to London, to a great seeping Wound, and join with a grizzled old werewolf called Xenophon whose eyes gleam with barely concealed knowledge and a barely visible parental pride in his daughter Janescka.

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The Show must go on!
The Show must go on! Yeah!
Ooh! Inside my heart is breaking!
My make-up may be flaking!
But my smile, still, stays on!
Yeah! oh oh oh

* An image of the pack, gathered for war, a new one appears beside Jay - Kaerllud, a tightly wound yet extremely competent investigator and master of many threads of cause and effect, and then the pack is accompanied by a larger number of faceless werewolves as they journey deep into the Wound and defeat it's heart in a magnificent display of tooth, claw, blade, arrow, primal rage and power.

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My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies,
Fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die,
I can fly, my friends!

* As the tune changes to a higher key, Ben emerges back onto the scene, smiling as if nothing had ever happened but events haunting his eyes, re-joins Jay's pack as Jay gets handed an ephemeral crown weighted down with chains of responsibility as he assumes leadership of the fledgling Protectorate of London, and Jay is pictured running, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, glorying in the power he has, almost flying over the gaps between the tall buildings of London.

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The Show must go on! Yeah!
The Show must go on!
I'll face it with a grin!
I'm never giving in!
On with the show!

* Scene cuts swiftly to an action-drenched fight scene, featuring many faceless werewolves attacking a physics/geometry-defying monstrosity that steals their very breath as they fight it, and Jay is pictured defending Janescka from a zombie horde as they attempt to overwhelm her while she binds the Idigam in place.

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I'll top the bill!
I'll overkill!
I have to find the will to carry on!
On with the,
On with the show!

* Janescka is struck once, then again by a lightning bolt of unparalleled force, and in slow motion, she falls, lifeless, to the floor. Jay screams his throat raw in monumental loss and horror, red clouds his vision and he throws himself at the monstrosity in rage and grief.

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The Show must go on.
Go on.
Go on.
Go on.
On.

* An image of Jay, starts bright then fades away, of him looming over the city of London, a morass of Forsaken on one side, a faceless yet unbearably dreadful mob of Pure on the other, and a sword and crown hovering before him, waiting to be taken...