Scramble 4 Letter With A

04 - Coffee and Tea (part 1)

Hello! So, here is unfortunately the fourth chapter of this thing ... Since it is rather long and not livejournal makes me post, I have divided into two parts. For now here is the first. The sequel to the posetrò very soon. ^ ^

It took longer than expected for two reasons: first of all in the last few weeks I was back a crazy desire to play normally, so I preferred to leave alone for a while 'time the district history to devote myself to another, scleropia (as a whole program already u_u). Second reason, more important, is that I admit that writing this chapter has been more difficult than expected, because I was afraid that a lot could be so boring. Indeed there is a lot, maybe too much, conversation over coffee and other beverages - which automatically explains the choice of title ...

short, if this update will be a long yawn and talkative, as usual, you have my sympathy T_T.
In this "track" points of view will take to alternate within the same update. There will of course be the usual writing to notify you of any change of narrator. : P

And finally, to better understand some passages, I suggest you give a quick look at this wikipedia page: http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stoner_rock
But if even vaguely familiar with the genre then you can jumble this useless suggestion xD.
Well, I have tainted enough this time ... And now enjoy ... Or at least I hope o_O

Ps: I remember that Oliver is not mine Onirya ... but if loans is detailed in the previous update: P.

Saturday.

's already been two days since we placed in this apartment. We moved here a few days after signing the contract. It 's all perfect now, even the entrance crowds down. At first it is confusing in its failure, but within a day I already got to adore him. I like the general atmosphere around weirdness, there's nothing pretentious, it seems the banner of irony. Nancy has been to design this? I should not wonder, people are often the most unexpected craziest.

From the first moment I set foot in this apartment I felt a shiver run down the back, and I immediately realized that these walls were made to us. It could not be otherwise.

The work is not finished yet. For now, we did put some furniture and other necessities - some of which are still packed near the entrance to keep company with those that were already there - but soon they will reach others. It was not worth us to deliver the furniture of our old house and then we have taken new ones. However, some things that I still have the house and above all I need I do not trust to leave my record collection, so I just defined the contract immediately called Gracey. As far as I reported last night packages with my things should get one of those days.

I go into the kitchen. Even if it is almost completely furnished, we are missing some things and appliances are in operation except the food processor that I tried yesterday and fortunately the fridge. So I can at least berm a little 'orange juice that made the previous night before leaving to make a more abundant breakfast at Starbucks to the Trocadero where I meet with Cass.

Today should come here and also the Nick Cass. The first to see "the hole of luxury in which I take refuge" and the other ... To work. I fear very last meeting. In any case, it is best to speak with him first. I doubt that I would right a direct confrontation with Alex unprepared encountering at least one of the other group members. This is also why I'm here since I've talked on the phone only once - to tell him of my arrival - and, fortunately, neither has had the courage to propose to make something together. Actually, I was convinced that he did it, but obviously something tells me that is hesitant about this meeting as much as me. And it should be, after all.

I drink my drink and look around. The biggest window illuminates part of the show. There will be at the table. I want to be able to sit up while enjoying the view of the outside are quiet to eat or drink. There is nothing better than to enjoy a meal in every sense, and sometimes the sight of food is not enough, at least for me. There will be a spare room now that I think. I think develop it into a guest room as possible. Something tells me that the Cass will to stand by us very often.

I hear footsteps ... Must be that Jennifer has awakened. In fact, here she comes with her eyes still half closed with sleep.

- ... 'Day.
-Good morning.
Take a look at my glass.

- There's more?
- Yes, look in the fridge.

Go to the fridge and find the cardboard. Fill the glass ... But just take a drink immediately retracts.

- But it's bitter! Have not put any sugar?
- Sugar? No I found it perfect ... even without
- Where is it?
- I'm afraid ... we have not yet bought.

He let go of his arms in a gesture of exasperation.
- Damn. I almost going to ask the neighbors.
- Of course, so I doubt I'm the 10 are still in bed.
- Ok, now I come back.

I see her leave her room. E termino while what remains of the juice I think I should go immediately to dress myself, I have to be at 10.45 in Soho, although I imagine that Cass will arrive late as usual. And 'his prerogative but I do not never took advantage: People can always change unless they are wolves like a famous figure of speech.

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Before I leave I raise this stuff that I use to sleep and choose a tank top and pnataloni at random.
Damn. I knew I had to do the shopping! You always forget something! And this time it was sugar! will mean that I shall take advantage this incident to know the neighbors. Who will live ever in front of us? The red and the two metalhead emo? Or someone that I have not seen? Among other things, below there is another apartment, maybe that is where they live.
Since I'm here, I happened to meet them around. Will we have different times. The only person I met was a vaguely familiar-looking blond. I just do not remember where I've seen it ... maybe in the meter? Or on the street?

Well, now with these shoes and a little 'make-up - the same things I am supposed to do later - a bit' more presentable. Let us go then to find out more about the tenants of this place. And why not, something about that Miss Lydon. Although my mother has spent so much joy in two evenings (between pseudo alternative means us), could not know anything about her. Poke your nose into other people's lives but holds her close. That there is something underneath?

The door of face has nothing different from ours. Apart from that emanates sounds that bring me back to the familiar images to mind: the desert. A car that runs straight through the desert. Stoner rock .
?!?
Buffo. I have not had a neighbor's house who listened to music ... stoner. And I find them here, in London, with the stoner can not carry anything at all!
has just finished what seems to be Thumb Kyuss, sound the bell. Before the noise of footsteps make louder and louder, I heard a voice from every whining.
Fantastic, the emo is already complaining that first morning!
Meanwhile, the door opens.

- Great, you came just in time to take away that frignone your Bamboccio! With tears I is not doing celebrate the holy word of John Garcia!
Eh?!
Ah. Maybe the girl has taken to me the other day.
Rest quietly waiting for the red one may turn his head toward me buggy, as it is turned to look at the emo that is crying on the couch. Here, finally, he realized the gaffe. And I note with pleasure that is about to sink with shame.
- ... Oops, sorry, go there, I thought it was a poser.
I take the ball.
- Poser?
- But you saw her, the woman - so to speak - of my roommate!
- does not live with you?
- Cheeee? Are you kidding? Already quell'emo shit my roommate alone is unbearable! She then has three times!
makes a break.
- at least he cries and ends there, but that is worse than a girl of 3 years, haunts you until you give right!
- And why by the rope?
- tried to ignore it but I've got to do everything to make you angry!
He stops. I observed for a fraction of a second.
- However, you need something?

Ah, finally! As might be fun to hear him complain of his "cute" flatmate and the equally "funny" ... I am headed its poser. At the end if he is chosen, it is useless to complain all the time!
- I need sugar. My mother forgot to buy it.
- ... Is not that trivial as an excuse?
- Chee?
But ... What the hell got that?
- But it is the classic ploy to approach the next!
Tse. What deluded. Among other things, who would ever want "affordable" an idiot like that?!?
- Sorry, no excuses. Then, you would have a little 'sugar for me or should I ask below?
We put emphasis especially the last part of the sentence to be convincing.
- Ok, ok, wait! However, I was kidding!
starts to turn around a minute. Then he sees the emo that is going in the bottom left.
- Why, you're already, you do not stop to have coffee with us? Our Oliver is going to prepare it right now ... true, OLIVER?
phrase thrown in a loud voice that thundered with almost like a final order.
- Emm, yeah, yeah, I'm just going to ... yes ...
- Ok ....

beckons me to enter and get to the bottom, inviting me to sit on a couch pseudo-grunge ocher.
executes instructions and tells me to wait a metalhead and I assume that is going into his chambers to have any settled.
Damn, it must be said that thanks to glucose and are desperate for information, otherwise I would have coffee together do not miss that dream!

insinuates itself between a word and the other by John Garcia Redundant sound of the bell. I turn to the emo expect me to do what one would expect from what it is, that is one of the men of the house. Note that I'm watching. Takes to rotate your fingers nervously.

- Emm ... Could you go?
- sorry, because you can not go?
- If you do not end up just making the coffee John beats me!

Hands move away from the them. They are going to cover the face and mouth is wide open for a long moan ... metetre
No, please! Far cry an emo is the last thing in the world at the time, I wish!

- Alright, I'll go!
- Thanks!
These mawkish eyes but could also save them.
I reach the door in a flash. I open up expecting the worst: the hysterical girl a couple of days ago. No. Thank goodness - so to speak - is Only my mother. No longer dressed in pajamas, but all normal women over 30. Normal? Sure.

- What?
- No, I have come to warn you that I go out.
But it goes'. Of course with his buddies Winehouse.
- And there was a need to tell me?
- Yes, from the moment, if I remember correctly, you have your house keys ...
Azz. Struck sank. I bite my lips to exorcise the blow.
- Well, then give it to me.
- Here we go.
- Good.
- See you later.
- All right.

I put the keys in his pocket and close the door. I'll be back to sit on the hair sofa before and I light up a cigarette. In the background there are still Kyuss - by the succession of the songs I understand that you are here listening to all blues for the red sun. We are at the first minute of 50 Million Year Trip. song that I remember perfectly. Every note, every word is printed branded in my memory. The reason is simple: I was playing. It was one of the most popular covers of the old group. And it was also one of the pieces last time we played together. C'azzecca epitaph not nothing like this song. Yet it was anyway. It marked the beginning and conclusion of the parable of insolvency. Thinking about it now, here in this place so far away ... I do not know how I feel. Rimpanto? No, apathy, I think. Resignation? Either. Perhaps indifference. Has passed. They are just images that run as smooth as oil. Just as a song that you heard so many times that does not tell you anything.

Yes, I do not say anything. Yet the hum. I do not even notice it at all. I do right now to show that what happened does not make me anything, rather I can sing over.

…I am hiding
(you can’t stop me)
I am running
(you can’t stop me)

But I’ll never forget you
(anyway)

It 'really? Or lie to myself?

Someone is clapping his hands. I separate myself from the psychoanalytic dimension of sound and sharply. I'll be back to reality. That apartment of emo metalhead and red. And it is the latter that stands in front of me all excited.
- you won!
- Really?! And what did I win?
I hope a chainsaw, so kill this idiot emo and even before he begins to cry with fright.
- I do not know, but you won!
- So because I won?
- Know and know Kyuss 50 Million Year Trip by heart!

Ah. I must be fixed with the group. In fact, before I think he said something about a "sacred word of John Garcia" to celebrate. Other then that set. It 's a crazy excited if you invented a kind of worship on this group!

- Well, but I only know this well, just because I was playing.
- Noooooo, really you play? The bass sounds, right?
Because all men think that women are only able to play bass?
- No, the guitar.
- Eh? Great then. The all you can do?
- Yes, good or bad.
from the expression I would say that is quite amazed.
not you expected, eh? Mica cesse we are all playing a guitar, we women. When you understand a good time?
- Fantastic.
He stops.
- So, this coffee is ready?
- Yes, yes, coming, coming!

The emo comes to us with a tray. There are three huge cups full of coffee, a pair of spoons and a jar with a few lumps of sugar. But good. Me against a metal Kyuss fans and emo. Will I survive? Put out the cigarette on the ashtray and leaving those two to reach the wooden table in the middle of the living room.

I put two plates in my cupboard. Around and around the coffee brown, forming a vortex. A sand storm of dark, almost gave himself that we are on topic.
- But it seems to me that we have not yet submitted.
So introducing the three-party conversation the metalhead.

- Yes, true. Who starts?
- So. I'm John. As the god John Garcia. Yes, a good thing to have my done for sure.
reveals more and more exalted man.
- Pleasure. I'm Jennifer. How many women.
Behold, my mother knows what Jennifer was inspired. Did not I never asked.
-Tu instead you're right Oliver?
Yes We talk a bit 'emo. Always quietly. It will surely be traumatized by the constant threats of the roommate.
- Yes, yes, I am. Pleasure.
- So you're the new neighbor?
- So it seems.
- And that girl who lives with you is really your mother?
- Sure. Why, it seems a lie?
- No, no, it's just that there is not much resemble.
- Well, you have to say, by who knows who I got.
- Maybe your father?
- Maybe.
- It is not with you? Where is it?
- will be abducted by aliens.
I do not want to talk about my father. Also because I do not know what to say. I do not know anything about him.
- Excuse me, where are you from?
- California.
- Cool! But ... because you come here?
- My mother has a new job.
- Ah.

Good. I would say that the interrogation is over. It's up to me asking questions.
- What do you do?
- I attend engineering. Oliver philosophy.
- Ah, then you are college students.
- Yes, yes.
- but the university is far away from here?
- Yes, but not too much.
- But you could not get an apartment closer? Or a room on campus?
- No, I preferred to take home at least in a strategic area, so that it can easily go anywhere. Here is perfect.
- Living other students in this building?
- So. There are Mary Jane and Jeremy that they also attend the university. The only one that works is Kabirya.
The Punkabbestia red.
- I have this girl from the difficult name, but the two atria do not think I have seen yet.
- live below the apartment together. If you see a blond-haired medium-long are you sure it is Jeremy.
course. The blond guy!
- Ah, but you know that maybe I saw it in passing?
spoke emo suddenly all smiles.

- Jeremy is the brother of Alfy.
Alfy ?
- Yes, Alfreda his girlfriend.
- Ah.
why I seemed to have already seen her features reminded me of the girl ... What a moron ... then call Alfreda?!? What kind of name is that?!? I prefer Jennifer then!
- So his brother lives here?
Look at 'what a mess of links and relationships.
- Yeah And then there's Mary Jane, is brown and quite skinny. And 'm here for the famous ... indie music at high volume on the first morning and afternoon when he returned from the campus.
You must be the well-known indie-rocker chick that the punk can not bear even if it is for reasons unknown to me.
- But who lives in another apartment?
- Miss Lydon should be there, but not live there.
- Excuse me, but then this woman where he lives?
- Boh. Maybe in another bigger house. I honestly do not know is that much about him. Perhaps the only one who knows something is Kabirya as between those two there is some confidence.
Oh. So I have not noticed just me.
- But ... Miss Lydon is the owner of all the apartments in this building?
The metalhead nods.
- But then a rich sister smashed!
- Yes, it is too disturbing. For me it is the woman of some mafia boss!
laugh. In fact, I vaguely thought of that too ... Bah.

Ok. I finally knew I generally know what I wanted. Now I can go. And sugar I buy it by itself.
- Well, I better go.
- Ok. Wait till I take sugar.
- No, it's okay, I saw that yours is a lump. What interests me is normal.
- Yes, but we also have that. Wait a minute.
Just resign myself. I console myself by thinking that I need to do step by Pakistan later.
and rest near the front door and Freedom Run ago by music on hold. Of course it is always better than those crap that usually puts Vodafone when you have to wait for an operator to deign to talk to you.
arrives metalhead John - I will never call him by name only? - With a little bag.
- enough for you?
- Yes, I would say that is enough. So you see.
I open the door.
- Hey, wait.
Ugh.
- What?
- Tonight you have commitments?
Eh?!?
- Why?
- Tonight I go to friends Garagecon faculty. Would you like to join us?

- Umm ... I'll let you know.
- Ok, just need to knock and if you decide not find me without a ticket.
shrugged.
- Ok. A later, then.
- A then.

And I finally managed to get out of that apartment. Especially whole. Well, almost.
The metalhead spoke of a garage. If I am not mistaken is a local. Interesting. This output can be useful to get an idea of where to play here in London. But that means I have to accept the invitation of that marpione! Well, at least so far is proving to be useful and, hopefully, will still serve me. In any case, with the cabbage that now I go back on purpose to say that I agree! Better to keep it plugs into the afternoon.

finally entered the house. Poggio keys given to me by my mother thoughtfully and finally I can go to drink orange juice as it should. I open the fridge and luckily I see that my mother has not finished. Towards good part of the contents of the jug into a glass and after I open the bag with sugar. Here it is urgent to buy a couple of cans. The salt is in the carton! Add two tablespoons of sugar and take a spin glass. While they are busy with this activity I decided to turn on the laptop that I left exposed in the living room. As long as this snail pc is loading, I can drink my much needed juice. Well, now we reason.
The PC is now loading and startup internet connection; thank goodness there are the keys that would otherwise have been tragic! First, however, start MSN. Giving a quick glance I see no one with whom I would be interested to talk to. Well, it will be because of time zone. Actually, I do not remember how many hours we miss the difference here at home. Maybe 6 or 7.
However I see that I received a few emails. I open the inbox and the other between a chain and find a message from a stranger that luxaeternalisbon@hotmail.com. The object: band.
Ah yes. It must be one who has read an ad that I posted last night in a forum Grrrls riot. Datos that eventually the idea to publish an advertisement in NME was revealed after a belated second thoughts as surely as bankruptcy, I decided to try there too. It gave himself that I'd found a group of women only, go to the right places online is a rather wise.

the mail flows nicely. He asks if I have a singer and asked me to call his cell phone number, given that currently does not have friends to "scrounge" connection and is writing from an internet point.
Ok, it's worth groped. Dial the number on his cell phone and call. No. We do not have a fixed and we have no intention of putting it. It would be useless, in fact, as my mother and we use only our respective phones. We also put two new sim cards for us with the rates in England.

wait 30 seconds and then I answered a female voice and clearly foreign accent explosive.

- Yes?
- Hi, I received an email from such a lux et cetera. Are you right?
- Yes, I am even if by telephone.
joking.
- Good. So, instead of the singer is still free so ...
- So when we meet?
- We do this afternoon?
- What now?
- 16 Hours.
- I'm. Where?
- Westbourne Crescent, W2. Take the red line and get off at Lancaster Gate and then from there ...
- I can see on google maps.
- Whatever. Look, I know your name?
- Hell. In name and fact.
Here. Another mad. As if there were not enough in my recent haul of knowledge.
- Do not doubt it. - The answer with evident sarcasm - As you arrive to play Prynne and ask for Jennifer.
- All right, Jennifer. I hope I do not then deliver a parcel with inside parts of your body.
This not get it. Noting that I do not answer and I'm obviously waiting for me to explain this joke whose meaning only she knows for sure, she sighs and says,
- Jennifer's body. The song Hole.
Definitely another exalted. This time of the Hole. Always better to go here. We missed the call it a riot grrrl. But after all, what could I expect from a forum theme?
- Ah, here. I doubt, however, that want me so bad.
- And do you know?
- I can imagine.
A distant voice has the ability to put a long pause.
- Sorry, now I must leave you. So you see.
- soon.

Since London has become a center for exalted?


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