Pokemon Platinum What Is A Question Mark

03 - It's a Madhouse!

Finally I can update after about a month! Unfortunately I had (and I still ç__ç) a lot to do with the study and really do not think I'd head to work on the new update. I still tried to throw it down in my spare time but I did everything with his feet and the result does not convince me at all> _ \u0026lt;.
So, if you will not like you all my understanding ... ç__ç

In this update (the title is copied from one level of Tomb Raider III The Lost Artifact , which in turn I think it was copied from a line drawn from the Planet of the Apes ...) new characters come on stage and not the most beautiful that I made! In fact, to make the photos there will be more watchable Kabirya of Magggg , Nancy of Violentdoll , and Oliver of Onirya .
xD I decided to use also downloaded sim because they are too lazy and also to some of them are fond of me - unfortunately for them ... X3
I hope I do not want to because the creators I ruined their characters, not only with the edit photos but also in the story, as I have them framed in my own way mentally. ç__ç
Well, I leave you with the continuum. Happy reading (I hope)! O___O

Ps : Sims in Magggg, Violentdoll Onirya and find them for download here *___*
Kabirya : http:/ / simstyle.forumfree.net /? t = 36429733
Nancy : http://www.sloppyjunk.com/
Oliver : http://classsims.forumfree.net/?t=36134551

the Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots (part 1)

Hyde Park is a place good enough to get their facts. Indeed, perhaps it is London the place to get your facts. Here no one will mind you, everyone goes straight on his way. I would say that this is a good point. In addition here is not as hot as in my hometown. And this is good because I hate to sweat. Now I talk like this but maybe when they get the cold seasons regret the dry time of my now ex-house. We stress the maybe. I've never been one that always remembers the past. I always prefer to act, never brood. That is an activity that I'll leave it to my mother happy.

I put on the grass and there hill envelopes with purchases of the morning. As an open and extract the first magazine that I sometimes blind between your fingers. A copy of Uncut.



I bought it just because of the old papers of my mother who secretly spied a teenager I was impressed a number of Uncut, which ranged from 1991 to 1999. The only one I remember perfectly is a number of ' 98 in which there is Kurt Cobain, which takes a bizarre air gun. Nirvana in full swing at the time could not impress me. Cobain had this sense of irony then that the His death ended up making grotesquely macabre.

dall'Uncut look away with the Boss on the cover to check the time. The time now is 16.30. Between an hour and a half we have a meeting with the Miss Lydon - compliments for the last name - to visit an apartment. From what I saw on the internet seems perfect for our needs but always better to verify it.

Talking to my mother this morning has been a company that would have jeopardized even Hercules. Yes, because the madam last night had the fantastic idea to get drunk with that clone malriuscito Amy Winehouse. And this morning, instead of being clearer than when he retired last night was worse than ever. But in the end I managed to make her understand something with the help of a pill for the headaches which thankfully kept in a suitcase with other drugs. In half an hour we find ourselves in the hotel and then we're going to hear Miss Lydon and that could very likely become our new home in Westbourne Crescent, W2.

What I find absurd is that this whole story is that he expected to return to this gray city to get back the desire to get drunk. Just that she was at home now too mature to swallow few drinks more ... All the scene, as demonstrated by the facts!

I light a Camel with the perhaps vain hope that smoking can make me relax the nerves and exhale my irritation. Back to contemplate my copy of Uncut already wrinkled. Springsteen shows me with mock astonishment. As a novel Uncle Sam ... Anxious to recruit new people? No. I would say more than eager to keep his place in the Olympus of rock. And that face is more of a surprise like this: "Dare possibly hope to be like me? What deluded. " Could we be laughing at him, I bet.

And inside the magazine there are Sonic Youth, Towensend, Duke White ... All the legends that show off their status as rock stars with false claims and claims of realism and truth. In the face of those who would find a corner with one another, from one page to another. The most we can hope is that you review your album. Too bad you have to be tied to a major (or an independent label just in words) or you must be already advertising with media that have nothing to do with the notes you play.

I wonder and I did well.
The musical environment here is perhaps even worse than it already is in America. But now it's too late for any change of heart. Last night I posted an ad for the NME. I do not know how I really came to mind. I came instinctively. I sent it, without thinking too much. And then, before you move the better. What I wrote? I think something like ... "guitarist seeks band members to found a women-only spaces for which any kind, without limits. Refrain wasters and trendy. "
I wrote really fashionable?!? In fact, I do not want people going back to the latest music trends. O people attached with a single genre, I'm tired of all these groups, photocopying, I want to do something original as possible. I know that if I and my companions future we will be ignored, even more so because we are women. But perhaps at least a name in the underground could handle it. While in the most absurd assumptions we celebrate how new NME chissàcchecosa . Or chissacchecosa in a skirt / pink. Pathetic. Rather prefer to remain anonymous. Anyway, NME, I thought, a magazine for fashionistas. Well, it means that no one will answer.

's over the Camel. And also time has expired. Now go back to the room.

***

- ... And so I think that this apartment is perfect. E ', you see, more or less in Bayswater and the first stop of the underground not far away. In short, as we agreed is a place near the center. The only thing to see is whether it is in good condition because the site was only a dismal picture of the entrance.
- Umm, I see. Indeed, as location is ideal. And the price you said you had?
-2300 sterline la mese. Coi soldi che vi farete con ‘sta reunion e quelli che mi guadagnerò lavorando di certo ce la facciamo.
- … Si. Temevo peggio, visti questi tempi di crisi. Londra è già di per sé molto costosa. Speriamo tuttavia di non incappare in qualche fregatura… Forse dovevo chiedere alla Cass di venire, di certo ne sa più di noi riguardo i prezzi delle case qui.
-Beh, ormai è tardi per chiamare Cassie Winehouse. Anche perché mi sembra che siamo arrivate.

And before we stuck our likely future home in a row of immaculate white buildings violated by the lush green gardens on the ground floor and more humblest plants on the first floor and of course the dark mahogany front door.
-We play to Lydon.
I press the silver button positioned next to the right label.
wait several seconds to several minutes then become mechanically. Evidently not Miss Lydon yet arrived. We go well, a lady of the house laggard, a good example!
My mother leans against the railing and as usual, lost in his meditations. But I like my usual, I start to smoke. Camel course.
snubs the railing of a blameless steps. I sincerely hope that Ms. Lydon do not wait until the spring or this house before I saw it!

Meanwhile, while smoke known to arrive in full regalia of a huge guy with a bike. Places his property on the sidewalk after being taken off his helmet, revealing a significant crown red, matrix ... Scottish or Irish? Well, who cares.

fact is that his bike if he takes his arm and pretends to give her the steps. If the will seriously bring in?!?

not I stop watching this over here, I do not like watching other risk making fool. Instead I turn to my mother, who as usual did not notice anything that maybe coming on: 's rise and disastrous fall of the motion of a maniac.
To my amazement tacit known that the action of the big guy can and having given up his "gem" to open the door, if resumed his arm and dragged her inside. The skit ends well.

Or so it seems. Because from behind the door immediately after you hear the voices. Including one that seems to complain about who knows what. I wonder whether it is appropriate to control. But this Hamlet-like question is answered by my mother that instead do not think twice to open the door - ajar - to see what's going on. I throw the cigarette without even turn it off and by leaving the door ajar.
And the scene that stands in front of me is this: there is a red motorcycle maniac who is laughing at the back of a slender young man ... emo. And there is a fierce behind-haired girl in miniskirt Scottish blacks and shocking pink striped shirt - she will be emotional as well - that seems about to get hysterical.

- Cm os drm dll poser? I sn a true emo. E nn insltr Billie Joe!
The first thing I ask is but what about this here?!? And Billie Joe, who would it be, that of Green Day?
He added:
- Green Day is not the best sn QUL RMR that snt t!

Noise? So is talking to them!
At this point, however, I just can not help myself and decided to break this silly girl. If there one thing I hate is the presumption of certain people.
And before someone else to counter precedes all.

- Do you hear, I do not wish to intrude but if there is one thing that gets on my nerves is the inconsistency. You say that we should not insult Billie Joe, Green Day, and then, but then you can afford to denigrate what they hear others? First learn to respect other people's tastes, then perhaps you can also take the liberty of judging!
She looks at me dumbfounded. Hit and sunk. No. You are about to say something:
- And you ki 6?
- What do you care? It does not matter where it comes from the message but the content of the message!

I see you staring at me puzzled, as if I had said something in Arabic. And then explodes again surging like a possessed.
- Waaa I cpt 6 1 Amik John! Just nn pss + andmc Olly, dv buy 1 poster of the Jonas Brothers!
At that pace with the girl gets pissed off and decided to walk followed by poor emo - not even comment on his alleged nickname - crying in the meantime has managed to give himself to calm down. And walk away. Not before giving me a ridiculous launched glances. In fact, just disappears definitively with the blessing of the grating gate, I can not help but burst out laughing.
And while I laugh I see that my mother is resigned gives me a dirty look as if to say "you're incorrigible."
I know, I need not you express it, shaking his head and covering the pale face with your hand!

Meanwhile, the red bike is laughing.

It says:
- I wanted to demolish it than there but I've beaten the weather. Congratulations beautiful words. Too bad that it makes sense to talk to you any wasted!
- Who is it?
- The girl of my roommate.
Girl? I could have sworn it was his sister output directly from the kindergarten.
- Ah, the guy crying is your roommate?
And then this other. A metalhead - I guess - that divides an apartment with an emo. The height of the ridges.
- Oh yes, we divide the apartment, but only out of pity! No, the truth is that a scapegoat is always useful when you're Scazzi.

Ride. Ride the loser.
I do not. We always rather, a hostess laggard; two sweethearts, one of which is an emo poser hysterical complainer and the other a doormat, and a classic metal fan who has nothing better to do than to persecute those who listen to music that feels less than kind supreme: the metal!

I'm going to give in to the irresistible impulse to break even this but I feel that you are opening the door.

and enters a girl about 25 years by the arrogant behavior but at the same time harmonious and content. A figure-haired blacks, blue-gray eyes and dressed in dark garments that oozes charm from every pore. I can not help but feel disoriented. Everything seems to be so insignificant in front of her: the door, the entrance, the movement of the red and all of us. All lost in the darkness that leads him. And who knows, maybe even inside. But it's not hard, because the spell is broken by the heavy metal fan's voice.

prejudice Miss Lydon-Oh! How are you?

says so. Where over the air like a bully who took first? It 'disappeared in a sudden attack of servility source of a woman, I bet, if you could crush it with your finger - and if he was serious all my respect ... However, the direct glacial concerned responds to his greeting.

- Hello Mr. Williamson. There 'is wrong.
Then he turns to me.
- You must be Miss Prynne. Right?
- Exactly, Jennifer Prynne. Miss Lydon Hi, nice to meet with them.
- Nancy Lydon.

We shook hands and I feel in me a strange thrill. This woman makes me more in awe but I figured if I let knock two blue eyes and a couple of ways to do haughty. Then Miss Lydon notes the presence of my mother.

- Who are you, your sister?
- No, it really is my mother.
- Hello, I'm Anne Prynne.
- Hello, Mrs. Prynne.
- No, call me Miss Prynne.

He looks at us instead of showing some curious visibly embarrassed just made the gaffe.
- will mean that I will call Anne. I think a good compromise.
- It 's cold.
Then he says with some obvious sarcasm
- I see that you've got to know the tenant upstairs.
shrugged.
- So it seems.
- Certainly do not forget to talk. I show you the apartment.

He turns toward the stairs. Me and my mother we copy automatically. As for the metalhead let him attempt to fix his bike to the railing of the staircase. But I still can see his nod his head. May I change mechanically, without even realizing it.

meantime feel after a music style so recognizable as common. Indie rock. It seems that this building we have completed the most popular exhibition of subcultures.
Another figure with red hair shows unexpectedly in my, rather our field of view. Is emerging quickly from the door of one of two apartments on the ground floor.

evidently has a twisted face framed by exasperation at his cut climbed - embellished with a peak white and black - a black lace dress, amphibians to emerge from an ebay auction, and a couple of tattoos from Tamarra but it does not clash too much. Mind walking down the hall smoking a cigarette.

As I look around the girl I focus instantaneously even the lobby of the building. Taken from the scene between the three idiots before I had thought to look around.

... There's a cigarette?!? From where did? Then a banquet at the center of a wine tasting of looking at all convincing. Plants placed around the floor or the ceiling and several paintings. Among these is a reproduction of a Gothic paintings Lichtenstein and others. Near the spiral staircase there is in particular a 'big picture with a girl posing as her pussy waiting to be holding a glass and a pseudo-intellectual-looking man. But above all, by the door of the apartment opposite to that of punk red is a portrait that seems to have seen from a distance as the subject ... Miss Lydon!?! If she really is ... What can I say? Poor girl!
And in any case ... You can find out what kind of place is this ... A madhouse?!?

Meanwhile, my mini tour of this house crazy visual input is abruptly interrupted by the voice of Miss Lydon that suddenly became more friendly. It appears they are turning to the smoker in lace.
- Kabirya But hello.
I must say, this makes me ashamed of my name Jennifer commonplace.
- Nancy! Hello!
For the first time since she arrived, Miss Lydon smiles. She smiles even from the red strange name. That confidence. Friends? Relatives?
- You again thrown out of free will?
- seems clear to me.
- I hope your roommate comes out soon then.
- Look, I more than you!
He pauses to suck his cigarette.

- One day I will use those against him mad and called as rotating disks, I swear!
Mistake or someone here looks too Xena? [Yes, I! nda . xD]
Miss Lydon laughs.
- Fosse could do very well for me now! But you know that you should continue to bear ...
- Yeah. Unfortunately.
makes me wonder why should bear this mysterious indie rocker. Well, maybe for the rent.
note that we are watching the red smear, yet it does not seem much interested.
Dopo un altro saluto con vari cenni amichevoli, Miss Lydon inizia finalmente a salire le scale. We follow the two-wheel trying to keep up. For once, seeing the face of my mother's annoyance, it seems that you and I we agree on something: escape screaming from the kind that if you listened too can become unbearable. And those notes step after step will soften even more irritating. As long as the vision of the first floor and above the door to which Miss Lydon is heading no longer leaves any room for mentally cursing the fashion indie rock à The Strokes.

Miss Lydon after opening quietly with a bunch of keys covered with plastic of different colors - but all completely dark or phosphorescent - invites us to enter.
- This is the entrance. It should also make a dining room and living room. It's up to you to decide.
We look around.

A very spacious room - perhaps too large - From the worn upholstery that is very grunge Victorian welcomes us coldly in spite of good intentions. Blame the partial vacuum that surrounds us seems to be directly proportional to the climate. Despite everything, the place looks promising. With the right decor should make her look good.
The woman after studying our facial reactions, leads us into a corner half hidden on the right of the main hall.
- This would be the kitchen.
Annuiamo. Upholstery different, some tile to tile racks and some blacks.
- I show rooms.
Continue the tour.
Miss Lydon shows us a third wheel-like rooms except for one which has no bathroom. The apartment complex is much bigger than I thought. Can not be at 2300 pounds?
- You have two, so I guess that is not a problem. What else? The heating and water are applied and if you have cycles or motorcycles, you can hold them down at the entrance. If you are interested in the key of the roof can double. The furniture you procuraveli you, because, as you saw, here are a few. In fact, if you want these you may as well throw or sell them at a flea market, I do not care. The rent is 2300 pounds per month as written on the site. Ah, one last thing: I can do all the noise you want, if your neighbors have no objection. Just do not feel up outside the palace.
Well, that's all. Have a question?
Scene changes. For me it is quite clear.
- Ok. So, you already know or want to take your time?
I'm about to say ... the second
- No, for me this house is perfect, we can take it away. Do you agree, Jennifer?
- Umm Yeah ... No problem.
- Perfect. See you tomorrow then to define the contract.
- Where and when?
- At 11 am here, you okay?
- We should not have commitments.
- Very good.

While we leave the apartment and go down the stairs I try to pass me nervous. That apartment I saw him, I spoke with the owner and I have agreed with her ... And now comes the visit to her brightly in the afternoon after drinking in the company of his dear old pal of youth and also allows decide without consulting me in private! But after hearing me!
soon we are already outside the building. Meanwhile, our "hostess" after being silent for a while '- probably did not expect to conclude a deal within even an hour - we asked a question:
- If you are not intrusive, where to stay now?
Yes, it is indiscreet.
And now you do not fool me ...
- Al Sanderson.
Damn, preceded me!
Miss Lydon ironic look at us. Of course, the ironic eye we deserve. But certainly not a crazy that keeps an apartment in a building equipped with a distributor of cigarettes, wine and banquet at which he hung a portrait of him - I saw it going a little better ago and it's really her!
- you treated well, eh?
- So, the first time I came I ended up in a squat and now, even if it were, I'm too old to repeat such an experience.
But look, the fake is too low. Pathetic.
- Old? I do not see white hair on his head or wrinkles. Tint? Lifting? Pact with the devil?
- No, absolutely not!

And he also says, laughing! Goose.
- ... And then you've got money now, why not exploit them?
Miss Lydon looks amused.
- Donna, I'm curious about you. We're going to drink somewhere? Thus, we can talk better and the rest of the apartment.
- Very happy!
No, this is too much!
- Emm, I hope you do not mind if I go back to the hotel. I have some commissions to do.
My mother looks at me almost sorry.
Do you mind? But no, go get a fun, after 10 years of boredom would be even now, no?!?

- Do you have to?
- Eh, it was urgent.
- Ok, whatever.
- Until next time ...
-A later.
- Goodbye Miss Lydon, tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.

Devono essere quasi le 19. Il sole che prima batteva sui piani più alti degli edifici che ci sono intorno ora non c’è più. Solo ombra che annuncia l’imminente arrivo del tramonto. I palazzi sembrano tutti così simili. Tutti bianchi, a malapena si distinguono tra loro. Sembrano così sterili nel loro immacolato candore. Ci sono dei passanti, che camminano senza degnarsi di guardare dove stanno mettendo i piedi. Pezzi di cellule e tessuti messi insieme che non sembrano neanche umani che paiono camminare per inerzia. Tutto incredibilmente cold. All incredibly strange. And the bright red cover of my shoulder that jars horribly. But who is really a stranger? I .

And why I came to this city? Why the hell I followed?!? I had to stay home! This place is not for me ...
The two pictures of my mother and Miss Lydon in the meantime disappeared behind a constraint.
No. Not that. And 'my mother is not for me.
It is as if it were an 'other person. In recent years it is as if he pretended to be someone who is not ... It 's really so? No, it's too much. I can not stand. I do not understand why ... Why pretend?!?

What keeps me at this point by not rushing to Heathrow and take the first flight home? Yes would be the best. Leave her alone here where you feel so comfortable, where it does not need to play the girl's mother after a youth by hippies put his head affixed.
yet ... I must not forget that I'm not here for her. And if things do not go home should be better. I have to bite the bullet and go ahead on my way ... my path that now leads me to the hotel in a room that will soon abandon between the bodies and personal effects of some other faceless tourists but by good money. And from there go to search a part time job.

green plants. The building where the apartment is located. This building - apart from the odd interior of the hall - from the outside has a strange aura. It is not anonymous like the rest. Maybe it's just an impression due to the combination of green-white, almost absent for the rest of the road.
What is certain is that perhaps the only positive thing in this whole affair is that the house given the new faces - metalheads, emo, and indie rockers pancabbestia - there will be much to enjoy.
Or at least I hope.

# # # Extra: Behind the scenes xD

So, while making pictures I happened to catch some of Simmini things while they were funny and cute. *___*

Here is Kabirya that digs in the trash ... Emm no, that throws the garbage: P



(4 that there does not exist, eh!> _ \u0026lt;)

Miss Nancy Lydon walking with the bike for the hall XD. Just to further mark his territory, I guess ... The picture was not enough? -_-'



And here's the girl - Billa - that repopulated the aquarium. Tender her *___* xD



That is all. For now o_O.

When Does Squirtle Evolve

02 - Getting Back

Ok, this is it! It 'was hard, not because of the text, which was ready, as for the photos, since I still had to create environments ... Also, you know, finding the right has always placed a low è_é! Et bien, let's update whose title is partly screwed with Veruca Salt, but since I have not found the song on the offending tube, settle for Mayonnaise Smashing Pumpkins (ç___ç) ... What else? Well, I do not know if the other songs mentioned are appropriate to the context, but vabbeh, let us take these liberties narrative. ° °
Ok enough, here's the second track ... Performed by a woman who does not know not even hold her up a tool let alone sing xD.

ps: I made a mess to take pictures ... If you see furniture and other objects out of place or appeared out of nowhere you know why ... ç__ç

* The Smashing Pumpkins - Mayonnaise *

The fast-moving, straight and flawless traffic parading in front of me and evokes memories that I never thought of having to bring out in the same places where they have taken shape. They are fragments, shards of countless moments of observing the streets outside and look at the tips of your fingers. And in keeping me doing wrong, as is normal.

Ever since I got home I looked at what I had always left me with nostalgia. But now that I'm back time in this city become a second home, the nostalgia is transformed into something more overwhelming: the regret. It 's a feeling foolish because I do not know what I regret. No, it is useless to lie to themselves so as not to hurt certain people: you miss the big time. Why, then, I was happy. While there I was in. I did not know, I only found out when everything is finished thwarted as crystal.

And now I'm here again. Almost everything has changed but at the same time it is as if nothing had changed. London is causing me the same feelings that he felt the first time I came here: the gray metropolis, the vanishing in great confusion, the desire to explore a different dimension and alien.

I wonder if Jennifer is feeling the same things I felt on my first arrival. Thinking I was about the same age. Talk about the case.

I can not imagine what he is thinking. I look at it, but its expression does not say anything that might give some clue to read, even if only superficially, in. E 'on these occasions that I realize the hard truth: I do not know my daughter. Or rather, not as I should. I am his mother, but I do not understand. I know it's my fault and I should not ever leave it, but it's done and I have to pay the price for those years of separation that we could not overcome, despite any good purpose.

flow of my thoughts is interrupted by a few shots at the door of the hotel room where we are. I turn to Jennifer, expecting her to get up and see who it could be. She also does the same thing looking away from the laptop. He shrugs and says:

-Well? Are you going to open the door, the mica is me!

And having said that boldly returns to be hypnotized by the PC screen.

I hate to think of things like that, but it's true: today's youth are increasingly brazen. I was not very different from her. In fact, I do not remember how many times I have given answers to my gender when I still lived by them before they run away from home ...

resign and I'm going to see who it is. I raise the peephole and I can not believe those who have before!

Now open the door and threw myself into the arms of my dear old Cassidy Duffy, Cass said as a note of the same name of a story by Bukowsky.

-Tesssssora you come! Without embracing!

-Of course I came to questions! Mica I could let slip Mel return to the roots!

After this embrace of ritual, I turn to observe it better. The Cassie not really changed one iota. We're the same age but she still looks so young with his pin-up look from the '50s.

- Cass, you are not changed at all, you're always my favorite pin up! You make me feel old!

- But feel it! He talked about my eternal diaphanous porcelain doll! Stop it you're beautiful, not even remotely show your 36 years!

I can not help but smile at these comments.

-Well, I know that useless reply, so I will just say thanks and keep my objections to me!

-Honey, you better throw garbage from your brain to your objections! However, you want to decide to let me in?

realize we were doing that whole scene of her friends found in the hallway. It is known also that if the cleaning lady is laughing in his sleeve.

-Ops, sorry I forgot his manners!

I'll nod to go with one hand too emphatic.

She boldly forward in response and closing his eyes and smiled ironically says

-Eh, I know I do this effect!

listed beginning to realize that the room is quite messy suitcases arranged at random, cell phones, guides and newspapers, not to mention the boxes and empty bottles of dinner brought to the room ... But I know you know Cass is the last person who looks after these things.

Jennifer is still in bed but has now changed its position and is reading an NME that he took from a newsagent in Oxford Street. When I look at it. It 'been so long since I read one and I would be curious to see how it is made. But I guess getting worse. Meanwhile, Cass has noted and has not failed by the exclamation:

-Oh hello, but you're not the daughter of Mel? Jennifer, right? I am Cass, a 'friend of your mother! But look how you've grown! I still remember the crumpled photo that made me see the Mel ! I must say that you were already an adorable little girl but now you've become a really splendid!

I look at Jennifer. And I prepare for a possible bomb.

- ... Thank you, Miss Winehouse.

Complying with part of the answer so my worst expectations, with the tip of annoyance and irritation.

And Cass not imagine how he gets angry and tells her after a short laugh:

-I'm sorry honey, but I am concerned so I have to before they found out what Winehouse would pencils and tattoos!

Then he calls me:

-Mel, how about if we go down and get us something? I bet your daughter does not have the slightest desire to listen to the talk of two old gossips.

thought for a moment and I know his reasoning wrong. I'm about to say something but the direct question before me:

Go-quiet, so I'm busy.

I'd like to ask you something but I do not want to hear other answers acid. So the greeting and taking her purse from one corner of the floor I head toward the door followed by Cass.

-Hello Jennifer, nice to know ya.

-Hello, my pleasure .

Answers so and not without a strong aftertaste ironic.

***

In one of the two cocktail lounges of 'hotels, we are sitting around a table in the smoking area. A reproduction of a painting by Picasso is watching us from above its geometrical forms enigmatically arranged in splinters. And those chips seem to be so similar to what I have inside. These are memories that places sharp together form the puzzle of my memory, and it is a framework that still today despite having seen, examined and analyzed countless times I still can not grasp the whole. There always something new that I remember and something else that escapes me. And so I continue, more details emerge I do most others are hiding in the depths of the canvas.

look Cass. It 's amazing that despite the distance and the long passage of time they have swept away the intensity of our bond. We've known half life. And 'she who gave me help when I came here the first time. If it were not for her I would not be here now in this hotel to sip a martini while listening to - discuss - cover of "Love Will Tear Us Apart" by Nouvelle Vague in his company and that of its red now already empty.

- dear ... So, tell me now what good wind, I hope you brought it back here.

I can not help but swallow. Carried by the wave of my memories I lost sight of the route that now overwhelmingly reappeared. I take another sip of Martini and force me to start talking.

-guess a few days ago who called me.

Cass before answering lights a cigarette brand Marlboro. The aims and after I threw up smoking dried answers:

-I do not want to play guess who. Tell me who is just.

pinching my wrist since I try not hardly swallow. So I let the words so simple yet so difficult to pronounce, as a heavy and a pain untold bitterness, are out on their own, all in one breath ... So to get rid of immediately.

-It 's been Alex.

violet eyes Cass is shelled one shot.

-Are you serious?!?

nod. Cass approached his hand to his forehead and makes a face of resignation and disapproval.

-What do you want?

Once again, the Martini encourages me with a bitter touch to my tongue so that it can act.

- wants to unite the group.

This time, Cassie is about to swallow.

-What!?

rests on the back of his chair and thoughtfully touching her head again to speak.

-And you thought that with the new fashion of the reunion that she was sitting there, not with our hands .. . And what he wants now, when you come back to him with mercy and to satisfy all their whims?

-Si ... Simply put.

Cass looks at me sempre più shockata. Si sporge sul tavolo guardandomi severamente.

-E se tu sei venuta qui… No, ti prego, non dirmi che hai accettato!

Volgo lo sguardo verso il mio Martini. E non posso fare a meno di annuire con mesta vergogna.

Nel frattempo la sigaretta di Cass è finita. Lei ne riaccende un’altra.

I Pink Martini tentano inutilmente di alleggerire l’atmosfera con note rilassanti.

-Melody – pessimo segno, visto che non mi chiama Why so - you crazy? You seem to have forgotten everything! How can you accept after what you did?!? I have sent directly to the fance *! Well, I just can not understand how you both into his head to accept!

He pauses once again sucking his Marlboro.

But then-well as others in the group ... I say, have accepted?!?

-Eh, it seems so.

-Bah, who knows what they have offered then! Why not be explained otherwise!

sucks again his Marlboro.

-And why did you accept? Knowing you, not for money ... Or at least I hope!

I hesitate to answer. But I know that I can not deny them an answer and that maybe she's the only way to understand the reason for my decision. Once again I invoke my Martini to be my muse.

-I do not know how to explain it. I myself realize that it is trivial reasons and false hopes. The truth is that I lived in Los Angeles thinking about my life here, the group, friends and everything else. I have never been able to reintegrate, I tried not to think about throwing them in the work to the record company. Here, nostalgia is stronger than any resentment. In the end, the good memories they have transgressed the anger and frustration. And that did not live in the past day after day knowing this ... Maybe there has always been in me the hope that phone call. It arrived a few days ago. I could not believe it and I took the time. But shortly after I recovered from the surprise I knew what I would do. I do not know what I hope to draw from all this. Surely these are just illusions. Those times now they are gone and even if now they will not come together as never before. But I do not know, mine is still a small but big part in fund hopes to relive the happy times as before. I am also aware that could ensure more equitable treatment. But I feel the risk, if it means being able to live again, good times.

closing this for breath and I offer my lips to the glass but then I realize that its content has now been exhausted.

Cassie notices the empty glass.

-We should order something else to recover.

and motions to a waiter who arrives out of breath here. This time we order 4 shots of Jack Daniel's. Ideal to revive the spirits after talks like that.

Once the waiter went away carrying away the remains of the old order, Cass back at me seriously.

- Mel, I understand your reasons. You do not know how many times it happened to me to regret the good old days of running wild through the streets of London between a concert and the other a drunk and the next. I know that back in your hometown must have been tremendous, especially as there was the problem of the relationship with your daughter. Precisely for this reason I would not condemn all of your reasons. The only thing, let me say, is that you can not throw away your dignity in the process to go back to the past. But now you've accepted ... Now However, the minimum of what there Sgarro or another of his ... enforced. And you'll put this in clear dal'inizio. I see that you know what you can meet and say, why you need to protect themselves, so to avoid another disaster like that of the now historic August 10, 1999.

A brush come directly to our table the 4 shots of Jack. And to kind of brush will change the background music: tones of exotic lounge / bossa nova you go to discover more about jazz in America in the years 50-60. Start a family marked by a unique scale of notes from the piano takes powerfully the soppravvento in our ears and our minds, recalling old readings, old and old booze plays: Coltrane My Favorite Things definitely.

Cass grabs one of two shots and helps to blow up his words ringing with an atmosphere that had become too serious:

-Well, enough of 'sti long faces, here c & rsquo it is to be happy and of course to toast! Melody Nelson's return, our model manager!

fast I take the shot of Jack and I take a light but at the same time intense contact with that of Cassie. And then, as if they had never gone past 10 years, throw it all down in the stomach in a single blow. Like a knife that penetrates directly into the bowels, hot and uncomfortable but at the same time pleasant and lulling. So I think it's great to be here and be able to resume old habits. I feel alive.

My thoughts are interrupted by Cass optimistic, says:

-So porcelain doll. After we quaff this cicchetti other two, what? A drink from that certain pub in Chelsea?

I shook my head laughing.

No, Cass, come on, maybe tomorrow! I'm pretty tired, the trip was rather exhausting.

-Imagine, mica and then you can leave your daughter alone ...

Jennifer. Alone in the room. I never thought of.

-Yes, exactly ...

-Well, but if we have the flow with us! However, it should be, 'drink that I think these are definitely breaking to just wait as our throats!

-Hah, I guess you're right!

In fact, our throats can not wait any longer and are eager to savor the taste of fire again and our hands will not let us wait.

***

I'll be back up to our room almost effortlessly. Maybe it was not a good idea to take even two more shots of Jack ... And now it is definitely turning heads.

The environment around you make fun of me dancing in a circle mocking ... Yet although I should not be more accustomed to such situations, I realize that I'm doing off between spatial carousels with an ease that I believed was now faded with abstinence in recent years.

And so finally arriving at room 401. My room. Or at least I think ... Yes, it should.

I knock on the door and comes after an eternity Jennifer to the door. I notice his eyes suspiciously asking about me.

-What are you looking at?

-Have you been drinking?

-Si ... So what?

He looks up toward the ceiling. And finally I am entering. Slowly run to throw myself on the bed, so without taking off my shoes.

notice that she is watching me with insistence and maybe want to tell me something.

-While you have some pleasure you below with Cassie Winehouse, I started seeing a few announcements on the Internet for an apartment. I found a couple with an interesting but I could already agreed to do a survey on the spot. We're going to tomorrow at 18?

of his speech I did not understand almost nothing, so let it go with a classic, yeah, yeah, we'll see .

She looks resigned.

- I understood everything, so again tomorrow.

It said it between his legs takes his laptop, insert the earphones and starts do not know what to do.

For my part, lying on the bed I let myself enchanted by the lights of the city, their intensity and their caress me calm and relaxed movement by those caring urban I let myself go in the arms Morpheus' where all the lights, colors, keystrokes, and the voice of the city is diluted black tempera on paper as the color of which ends up with the white fade and blend until fade ...