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The equally absurd worlds of modern celebrity and ancient mythology collide when pop singer Genie searches for her dead lover in the afterlife

The year is 2007 and pop singer Genie DC has everything — a BRIT Award, a successful singing career, the undivided attention of the press and Oliver Fox, a pretty boy who looks good on her arm on the cover of Hello but who is too dumb to tell her what to do or cause trouble.

However his accidental death changes all that and it soon becomes clear that the only course of action open to her is the one taken by Orpheus in antiquity…

The underworld is not always the most comfortable of places for anyone who’s not passed on — but Genie’s not going to take any crap from the dead, after all she’s got years of experience in the music business.

Nevertheless, the challenges facing Genie down below soon prove more life-changing than anything in her career so far when she is brought face to face with old friends and enemies with whom she has unfinished business.

The memories awakened by these post mortem encounters and experiences inspire Genie to look back at her life and question the kind of person she has become, realising just how much she has been manipulated by the industry. Eventually she has to ask herself a very important question - what does she really want?

Comeback is both humorous and emotive, offering well-observed insights into the music business and how people within it behave set against a fantastical background of mythological archetypes.

A gripping tale of sex, drugs, rock'n'roll and the afterlife.

Chris Limb is a writer and designer based in Brighton, UK.

After many years hovering on the periphery of the music industry — originally just going to gigs but eventually graduating to selling t-shirts and badges plus operating the lighting rig for bands, running fan clubs and eventually playing in bands himself — in 2011 he published a pop memoir "I Was A Teenage Toyah Fan" which went down well with its core-audience, received good reviews and continues to sell at a steady rate.

A number of Chris’s short stories have been published over the past few years — most recently in the anthologies Suspended in Dusk, Beachfront Starter Home Good Bones and Kneel Downe’s Stolen Indie as well as in Daily Science Fiction, 365 Tomorrows and Theme of Absence online magazines.

Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk… Squeeeeeeeeeeeee…

Genie opened her eyes and found herself staring at some grubby tiles from a distance of about two inches. There was a grey blob of chewing gum stuck to one of them. OK. That was a bit odd.

Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk… Squeeeeeeeeeeeee…

What was that bloody noise? The memory of what she had just been doing flooded back into her consciousness filling her nerves with a cold liquid thrill. Either the inside of her walk-in wardrobe had undergone a radical change of décor without her knowledge or… it had worked. She’d done it. What next? It occurred to her that she was lying face down on the ground. Standing up was probably in order.

Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk… Squeeeeeeeeeeeee…

She climbed to her feet, wincing at the sooty grime that was already all over her hands and the front of her dressing gown. The dressing gown. Shit!  She’d wanted to get changed.

Her head was much clearer than it had been back in the flat. She looked about. She was in a dimly lit hallway decorated with purple and cream ceramic tiles and filled with unpleasant warm air that smelled of burnt dust and urine. There wasn’t an obvious way out, but a short distance in front of her the chamber turned sharply through a right angle.

Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk… Squeeeeeeeeeeeee…

It was from here that the irritating noise emanated. Squaring her shoulders she strode forwards and around the corner, careful not to step in the occasional puddles which she had a nasty suspicion were the source of the worst part of the general odour. At least she didn’t feel dizzy and sick any more.

Around here the ceiling fell away upwards to at least twice its previous height and the area was better lit too. In front of her a narrow shaft led away downwards at a sharp angle containing the source of the noise - two old fashioned wooden escalators. Both going down.

She eyed the shiny metal teeth between which the battered slats of the steps continuously extruded. She felt nervous and a little physically vulnerable. There was definitely something wrong about going barefoot on an escalator, but then again the whole situation was now beyond anything she’d ever experienced. Before she could change her mind she ran onto the left hand one and was swept along the short horizontal stretch and down onto the steep incline.

There were no posters on the walls, just more of the purple and cream tiles. The flat area between the two escalators contained ornate art deco up-lighters every couple of metres that cast blobs of jaundiced light on the curved ceiling overhead. And ahead of her…

Down.

The escalators stretched to infinity, with perfect perspective. The dizziness returned and she closed her eyes, gripping the black rubber handrail. She was on her way.

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