Krusteaz Biscuit Recipe With Pancake Mix

05 - The Good, the Bad and the Stranger (part 2)

And since yesterday I became older, I keep the festivities (so to speak) by putting the following. The bill is always in protest livejournal who does not want to post my post in full verbose u_u.
do not know when I can finish the sixth chapter, I have not even finished writing ... then that is what I cut the livejournal post I take very bad because the next update, my intention, should be very long ... Well, we'll see ° °
Meanwhile, happy reading. ° °

[Cd 2]

I do not notice but I am going to the entrance of the building next door to Hell.

My daughter was lucky to find quickly a potential good member for your group. Finding good singers is not easy, and from what little I heard this girl looks very promising. Yes, because I realized that in some passages she performed them ignoring all the rules of good singing on purpose not because he wanted to be faithful to the original because the original affected to the point of not being able to detach. Sure, he has made a good justice Kat Bjelland, which is not easy. But it is also true that a singer must have his own style, and I guess that's why my daughter seemed hesitant to accept it as a group. But I want to take off my this doubt, I would not have affected Jennifer vacuum ...

- Can I ask you something?
- Shoot.
- Have you ever taken singing lessons?
- Yes, for some years, but then I went by myself. Why?
- So, you know ... Ok, coming straight to the point, but you've sung Spun that way because you did not want to ruin the meaning of the song?
- ... Well, yes, in a sense ... It 'Kat Bjelland I adore and admire very much as a singer. I did not feel right to sing a song in my own way.


- But why did not you choose another piece?
- I am sure that I would do the same for any other song. And 'I respect other people's work too and do not feel like damaging it by putting too much of my ... Or at least if I do it when I'm alone ... I mean, it's just that I want others remember the original version. This is not to say that I am against the covers ...
I find this argument quite illogical at times and I think she'll be noticed. In fact, even before I could make something to tell her, she confessed:
- OK, it's ten thousand times more clear the polluted air we breathe now that I'm the ass with parrying assertions scocchiatissime ... After all, I am unable to say shit ... OK, I admit it: my problem is that I think I'm fully able to be able to reinterpret a song like I would like. After this confession, I will be kicked, right?
Well, now it's all a bit 'clearer. I smile.
- But no, for so little! However, just because you have to improve your style, you have to practice to sing the songs of others to your way, 're never anything else. You do not have to worry about not being able to do justice to the artists, you know how many people they brutally massacred by singing their songs in the shower - including me! Joking aside, each has its own way of seeing things, you will repress all you want but you can never be canceled altogether. There will always be differences of nuance to the original. At this point, it becomes less difficult to be themselves?
- Ok, you convinced me. Next time we'll see what combiner.
- I still think you're good enough, I do not believe that your personal style is so ugly to hide behind that of others.
- This is all to see! Topper to the point that your daughter I split the guitar on his head!
I laugh at the thought of such a scene!
- No, not the type to reactions like that! For me it will only hiss cold, "you're out, Get out of here!"
- Nah, you'll see that I will leave just outside dressed up! If I want it I can!
- So now become your goal to make you hunt!?!
She starts to fiddle with one of its strands chuckling.
- Nah, it's just that I like to piss people off!

We are now still a bit 'outside the door talking. And I realize that minutes late for my appointment are increasing more and more. It is better to stop this conversation, although it is fun.

- Sorry I'm late, I have to rush to the subway station. Where do you I know if you have to go?
- A Brixton.
- Ah, then take the subway?
- Yeah, but unlike you, I have no particular hurry.
- Anyway, why go to Brixton?
- To go home, of course.
- At home?
- Yes ... I live in a squat.
- You're in a squat?!?
- Of course, somehow I've got to save!

I know I'm going to make a nonsense. But I can not resist, is stronger than me.
- Why do not you stay here?
-What!?
- I said if I was going to stay here.
- To do what?
- For stay.
- So ... without paying?
- Well, money is not a problem.
suddenly changes expression that goes with astonishment irony.



- But ... if I'm a thief and robs you of everything?
- You're not a thief.
- How do you say it.
- Instinct.
- Never trust anything.
- Few times in my life I was wrong.
- And if this was one of those?
- Why must it be for strength? Also, if you were a thief, would not lose time looking for a group.
- If it was a way to target apartments to steal?
- Then it would be easy to identify. It was not unnoticed.
- Can I still use wigs.
- Would you recognize the same.
- Yes, of course, the important thing is to believe.

expression changed again, this time passing to a bittersweet smile.
- Anyway, look, I thank you for the offer, but I do not feel right to accept.
- All right. If you change your mind, but, you know where we live.
- Yes, but I imagine that your daughter would not agree.
-Truly that would be just the 'ultimate concern ... Both you and I we never agree on anything, and each does what she likes regardless of the other.

It is for this conversation, a sudden silence after lightning. I know because I am in silence, emptiness and guilt that come back. How many times you refer to the relationship mother-daughter that I should be involved but are not.
She did not know why silent. It is lying once again a veil of melancholy over his eyes. Perhaps the veil of a suffocating past ?
better break this strange atmosphere, because the watch me cry, that the person I meet is not a little angry.

- Sorry, now I must go.

-Yeah, sure. Until next Anne, indeed, Melody .

- At the next Hell.

Raise your hand and I stopped for a moment with his last words of farewell.

-Thanks again offering.

-shape.

And while I hear a voice singing in a loud voice that fades rock'n'roll singer, I walk away more quickly as possible from that building ... or better that figure. So familiar in some respects. That girl has something ... Something that I know too well, or perhaps I'd better tell someone remembers . Someone that no longer exists except in my nostalgic memories.

*** EXTRA: SPAM PICS


start with two ragazzuole sparlan that not even in the bathroom were two high school students. Who will?



NUOOOOOO HELL!?! You're a disappointment è_é



Ah here. Now I recognize you. Evidently
Billa stars talking about how is "fghissm" the new video of Green Day O Tokio Hotel. Who knows, both for the one or the other XD Hell



Anco spetteguless in the bathroom. Who if they will be laughing?



This picture is more than enough for an answer. uu



Enjoy your meal at your face is becoming swollen like a balloon.
coffee


Nancy have them say you're a perfect buff ... Emm hostess, everyone should follow your example-_-



And someone also took me to the letter. -_____________-'

This time is everything. The next will arrive sooner or later, eh ° °

Rotel Recipes With Pasta

05 - The Good, the Bad and the Stranger (part 1)

the series back sometimes, even in the night ... u_u
In these two months are gone because among other things to study and where I had left to take, I could not continue, so I suspended the story for a while '. Actually, every time I tried to do something, but when my brain is occupied by something else, I can not pull off anything vaguely decent.
However they are now free, so I can go back to hand this project. With my slow times, of course
u_u I will also try to retrieve the updates that I missed the other journal, little by little. ° °

We come to us.
This update I had written a while 'but now I am determined to fix it and publish it. It 's a bit confused why I did it in fits and starts (just see how much they suck all the photos and text -_-), and will probably be too boring However, it is necessary because I need to introduce a new pg.
I would say that with this update closes this first part of the story that was more of a long preparation. In fact, if all goes well, the next chapter things will begin to take a different turn. ° °
For now I leave you ... I hope I never have to leave too much time pass again! ° °

ps: and you thought this time I cut the livejournal post! u_____________u
Here is the first part, early in the second image with the spam! ° °

[Cd 1]

A quarter of an hour late. Good start.
I'm here in the living room waiting for the chick, Hell, who answered the ad.
Hell. As will be called Helena? I can not believe that is so out of it is not chosen as an abbreviation of its name but also as the name of art! Not just my mother who calls himself as a lolita English! It could have been well teens or early twenties but verges on the threshold of forty years just pathetic.

Since this is not decided here to present - worse for her, you know what matters to me - I start to unwrap the parcel arrived around noon. They're for my mother, too bad not yet returned from this morning. He has not even called Who knows what'll be combining with his girlfriend of the "heart".
The sender is Aunt Grace. Then is some material that was at home. I take the scissors to open one at random. The tape does not want to sell, but will not have won. After a minute of trying to empty, I can finally open this damn box.
And inside ... There are some vintage vinyl and CDs. I had not suspected that would leave them in a house to fend for themselves. My mother is too sentimental to live without material that has accumulated over a lifetime to the work of my dear grandparents. What also makes her pussy with his esteemed collection, but in the end to thank especially those two people so much contempt for the older pieces!
Well, ultimately a good thing, I will not have to get me to stay duplication! Sometimes even a nostalgic as my mother can be an advantage.

Among cd ce n 'is one of Sheryl Crow and seized by a sudden urge to put the PC is playing.
There's nothing better than to accept an alleged riot grrrl with one of the essences of female rock and mainstream alternative fake. Not that they are the Hole been less, precise. Just so I'm curious to see his reaction. If you try to do some pathetic harangue, for me it is already discarded. Not after a pretty humbling response.
finally hear the long awaited sound of the intercom doorbell ... no. Anyone must have found the door open ... Or ... Oh, will not be a metalhead who wants an answer tonight?
Well, whoever he is I'll find out once and Sheryl Crow will be the welcoming committee.

I open the door.
And before I find myself ... a cos-player of Tank Girl! Or at least something.
Faced by this girl because I have shaved heads, except for two striking two-tone fringe and tufts, dressed in an outfit clearly punk and two green eyes looking at me with water to the challenge.
Challenge accepted.

- Sorry Tank Girl, if you were looking for a cartoon show, you were wrong place.
smiles.
- No, really wanted the my tank. You saw it by chance?
- There are no tanks, sorry.
- There are no kangaroos then?
- Not even those, but you are you are metalheads, emo, punk and indie rockers.
- Oh. Can I kill them all?
- Maybe later.

must be the famous girl from hell. Only someone like that who called me this morning was to play the game instead send me the his country.
- You are Hell, right?
- In the flesh this time. Jennifer ... You are
has a voice very vague.
- It 's a question?
- No. I recognized your voice.
- Well, 'nuff said ...
- Ciancio O bands [we thank the casserole for this nda xD].
- Yes, anything you want. Join.

After two steps inside the apartment looks around obviously surprised by the size of the entrance - living room.
- Grande here. Have you just moved?
Always meddling me people!
- do you think?

His attention falls on the half-open cartons and those completely closed. Snubbing the very poor Sheryl Crow. Too bad, I suspected that came out a bit 'by dressing up and shoot some pathetic tirade by angry rrragazza against the mainstream. Well, it seems to have passed the first part of the test. Now the background music is no longer needed, and soon you are playing. I'm going to shut down the PC.
After closed session, when I look around to see where did I see the chick who is semi-squatting on the ground looking at the records of my mother. And I miss without asking permission!

She looks at me astonished and exclaims suddenly:
- LA Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone ! [With thanks to my friend in another I shamelessly stole the joke nda xD] Janis Joplin ... Rolling Stones ... Beatles ... And they're all of their original release date!
rigirasi Continue all the disks it finds. It looks like a girl who digs parcels forgotten by God and by men in some attic.
-Oh, well Cure! Siouxsie and the Banshees ... ... Sonic Youth! All vinyl! do not believe it! Even the Babes in Toyland! are all yours? But we have spent a fortune!
- No, my mother.
- True? So your mother breaks! E 'already my idol!
Oh God! It was made immediately buy from you without even seeing it!

Speak of the devil horns sprouting.
comes after my mother opened the door with the keys.
- Hello, Jennifer.
- Hello.
Then look at the newcomer.
- Oh. Who are you?
- A chick I just met.
As if I'm going to explain to my mother my plans.
- Hello. I'm Anne, the mother of Jennifer.
- Hello, very pleased, I am Hell.
- interesting name.
- I know. However, Madam, my congratulations on your record collection! It 's pure entertainment!
- Ah, so they arrived already? Anyway, thanks, too kind!

- We have paid a figure!
- No, not so much.
seems that my mother does not want to boast around our ties record.
- Oh, please, give me of you and call me Anne. Indeed ... Melody.
- Perfect, Anne ... Indeed, Melody.
My mother watches me for a while.
-So, you've just met?
Damn. Datos who knows very well that I did not say a single word has seen fit to refer the chick to an interrogation! Well, sooner or later it would be blown all out.
- Not really.
- In what sense?
- We do not know at all, except our names.
- So how are you here?
- For an audition. In theory, eh, I do not know in practice!
- Hearing for what?
The cosplayers of Tank Girl is silent and gives me a strange look for a few seconds before answering.
- What? Audition for the role of prima donna in a new fiction: the good, the bad and the intruder! I would be the intruder, of course!
What kind of answer is? This then is really played!
My mother is obviously terrified. Then he shakes his head, smiling.
- Okay, stop yourself these questions. We'll talk about after the two of us.
This last sentence is addressed to me. Oh no. Why do I have to blurt out all my projects to you? And she could not tell it like it is instead of making the fool?
- I'll leave you alone.
- Oh no, now you're staying!
- In a little while ... But I quit!
- 10 minutes is sufficient.
- ... Ok, but only 10 minutes.

Why did I stay? Simple, now that you put in the middle of this story, you might as well it would be helpful. I want to see the female manager at work.
I confess that I did not ever work. What is somewhat I am curious. And this is a good opportunity, I would say. I turn to the girl who has lit a cigarette while. Still without asking for permission.

-You carried a microphone?
- No. I thought I had you one.
Curse.
- You think too much ...
- I thought it was an honor!
There is no time for bickering!
- Ok, that's okay. We take the guitar and amplifier.
- But we all?
- I think.
- No rehearsal?
- First let me form a group.
- Vabbeh, 'sti cocks.

He sits on the couch to wait. Once again does everything without asking for permission.
Dear me, that element! I doubt is worth something as a singer, a mime artist is at the height of Courtney Love, I bet?

[Cd 2]

I decide to sit down too.
Finally I got an idea about the intentions of Jennifer. So he wants to start a band. I ask only one thing: did you have to follow me this far to begin your project? Could build a fine house a group!

My gaze accidentally falls on girl who came here. Hell ... It will be a stage name? too?
They spoke of a microphone, then it will be here for the post of the singer. Actually I did not see evil as a front woman. It seems pretty blatant to be on stage and stand up to an audience. A first shot looks a little 'silly nonsense view of the answer I gave when I asked about what this hearing, as she called it. But I suspect that in reality is far more intelligent than to see and do that first responded that way because Jennifer must have sensed that I had not said anything about this story and probably did not want to intrude. This would explain why does the 'intruder .
However, this side seems to have pretty crazy for what he would do - sing - not bad, indeed. In addition, he would call this look iconic. NA Among the early 90s by Franco and Sinead O 'Connor. But any further attempt to break up clumps of comparison. To attempt to reveal some secret.

- Feel a bit 'Hell ... But you're not English, right?
- Right, they are not.
- I'm sorry if I ask you ... Where are you from?
- From hell and its surroundings.
I realized that I did not say a word of its origins. Might as well play the game, perhaps betray some clue.
- warm place, that.
- Sure. Especially in the summer.
Umm. A very hot summer. E 'already have a starting point.
Throw a puff of smoke. I decided to join her. I light a cigarette.
- Well, as with us.
- Here, where?
Take this tough here. He does not want to say anything about himself and pretends to know the others. By Nancy I just biased because it is our tenant and make me friend can make us comfortable, though I can speak for metaphors at this point.
- Our personal hell. Indeed, perhaps I should say my .
- you mean yours, yours and your daughter ... Or am I wrong?
- No, my only. Simply because she is hell.
- I understand. Why are you here?
- I am here to find a lost paradise. And you?
- I go to heaven. No there have never been before .
From particularly emphatic tone with which he uttered this last sentence, I understand now that it is aware of its provenance:
- Death in Vegas, Scorpio Rising ?
For now, we talked about without looking. After this sentence after shooting at me curiously surprised. And exclaims:
- Yes! This was just quoting!
- I had understood. Bel track that.
- Yeah.

He pauses. Finishes his cigarette. Turning around everywhere looking for a pose ashes, he sees one and turns it off there. I notice that his eyes became suddenly gloomy.

- amazing how a song can give you the strength to go on your way or pay.
- Yes, I know what you mean. Indeed, had it not been for music I do not know how I would stand there.
- It was so bad where you were before?
- Depends on your point of view. If you have some experience, any place can turn into an inferno.

Our conversation is interrupted by the arrival of Jennifer with guitar and amplifier. How do I keep them both easily in your hand I just can not conceive.
Attacks supply outlet and then plug in the instrument.

After a quick soundcheck, he turns to Hell in the meantime has been raised to better observe the moves of my daughter.
- So, you suggest a song.
- Well one of the Babes in Toyland?
wonder because I expected such a proposal.
Jennifer looks up toward the ceiling by a grimace of disappointment. Mica I knew not to bear the Babes in Toyland.
- Ok. What?
- Spun .

interesting choice. I suspected chose Bruise Violet or Sweet '69 that are the most famous. It has instead opted for a less well-known song, even if it comes from their most famous.

- Spun good. Give me time to refresh memory ...
makes a quick round of agreements.
- Ok, let's start.
followed by a pause in which Hell turns his hands into a makeshift microphone. Obviously not working. After a few glances of understanding the part count:
- 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4.

The guitar starts sounding a dark mournful arpeggio that seems to set itself up as a dark and dreamlike dimension. This loop is repeated once again.
And then slips a thin voice, sweet, well balanced and at times lyrical and at the same time bitter, almost baby blue and melancholy. The voice of Hell. The more the song goes this route becomes more dark and horrifying, through the voice of the singer alternating tones that passes easily between myeloma trills and variations that they kill any virtuosity. And then thunder. The chorus. Acoustic arpeggios are transformed into distortion and dry battle between the girl and the witch's voice is interrupted by an outburst early universe.

After the chorus Jennifer stops. Hell turns shooting at her.

- Why did you stop?
- Because it's insufficient.
- Listen, do me a favor.
-What?
- Do not say the classic phrase "I will tell you." The hate.
- Ah, look at while I, for that matter!
- So? I want a clear opinion, in no uncertain terms.
- now you can live with. I think you're too derivative.
Hell is listening to meditative air.
- Yes, I think I understand what you mean ...
- Spun you've sung too much Kat Bjelland.

to intervene. Made me stay here, there must be a reason, right? I turn now finished his cigarette and with a strong voice and professional start to speak

- But it is also true that not all can stand comparison with the Bjelland. According me, you did you do well. Sure, Jennifer is right to say that maybe you did too in this passage refers to the original, but I seemed to see some element of a watermark more personal. With practice, you should definitely improve. The song was quite versatile and have proven to handle it with different registers.
- Well, my mother has already said everything.
- Ok! Thanks for the tips! So I am inside?
- Well ... I would say Yes!
- Yay! Rock'n'Roll! However, I will do my best!
- Do not look, you have to do your best, otherwise I will not hesitate to expel me.
- Donna, I think we will agree.
- Me hope so.

[cd1]

suddenly I remember the invitation of the metalhead. And I have an idea.
- you have to do tonight?
- Depends.
- Should I go with people unknown to the garage.
- Ah cool. I imagine you telling me why you want to invite me.
- Exactly.
- The evenings are always welcome on the premises.
- Good. The number of your phone there and then I will tell you the details later.
- you know, no problem.

I do not trust to go alone to this output, better to bring someone. This girl, apparently my singer, is the only choice. But I'll kill two birds with one stone. I'll make a trip to a local music and I can groped to learn more about Hell. Datos that, apparently, play together, we might as well try to establish from the very beginning a kind of relationship that may eventually come together in musical harmony.
I see that my mother wants talk to me.
- Yes, what you want?
- You still need you, or can I leave?
I never needed you.
- Nah, go ahead.
- I Gotta go well. Then you feel later?
- It feels later. Take care.

He waves his hand and smiles with one of his early bet that I'll end up hating. And as soon as I am sure that the apartment is completely empty, I take my guitar and start playing the riff it'sa long way to the top (if you want to rock'n'roll) . Honestly I'm not very convinced that you have done well to take this here as a singer, then I would not make me regret my choice. If, however, I'll know who to blame: my mother, of course. After all it is she who paved the way for me to make my decision. Yes, it will be better especially for her that this girl will not disappoint me.

Replacing Refrigerator Thermostat

04 Coffee annd Tea (part 2)

So, as promised the second part! Of course it will be an incredible annoyance, also because it is similar to the first ... But after all is normal, not by chance are part of the same chapter (damn livejournal-_-) ... I forgot to add that I decided to fix the section of extras. Photos may contain spam and some curiosity or otherwise, even though I know very well that will matter little.
u_u I hope not too boring ... Forget that horrible poster, I admit which I did reluctantly! T_T

[cd 2]

They are 12.15. So marks the display of the underground station of Sloane Square and tells me my phone hours put in my purse. This should be the time when the sun is at its highest point. But the sun is gone: now it is cloudy and I fear it could start raining at any moment. Fortunately I have with me an umbrella, a little 'small but should do its job well, unless it starts to rain ...

Cass and I are traveling the King 's Road in Chelsea after having held an hour at a Starbucks in the Trocadero Centre in Soho. Between a croissant with jam and coffee, I made the correct update information on old friends in London. Many people I know and with whom I have lost touch, so to speak, put his head in place: hard work - some people even took to attend college, choosing the legal or economic matters - marriage, children, and to put it to Irvine Welsh, a mortgage to pay, the washing machine, the machine away all the illustrious list, and then ended up on the screen and became a cult. These are people who, again to make a Trainspotting, had chosen not to choose . Or so claimed a little over 10 years ago between a drunk and the other, a cigarette and the other one amazing and more. Fight the system, not to buy ... So many ideas at the first opportunity that youth are forgotten, written off as written in pencil on the draft of life.

Cass had to switch from my new house to check it out. Too bad that during the morning there were some surprises. Or rather, something unexpected: Nick, the guitarist of the group that is preparing to reform itself, in fact, called me about an hour ago, informing me that success is a "family-casino" and then if we were to meet in the morning we had to do the same and his home. Could I refuse?
My friend has still decided to do the same friend and accompany me at least half. We see that this matter concerns you greatly, although there is no point thinking too much thinking ahead of time. Meanwhile, let's talk about this and that but never Hottest topic. Indeed in this regard has already said everything and find something more to add after this certainly impending meeting.

arrive at their destination after 10 minutes. A typical home in Chelsea, one of the most expensive city, a house brick from English to windows and the white door. I honestly do not envy the owner even a bit ', I prefer my new home in Bayswater.

- Well dear, we arrive at the gates of hell.
- exaggerated.
Over the door of hell that I seem to be opposite the entrance to a court that will let my verdict.
- Mel, you know very well that getting back in touch with them is tantamount to going to the gallows.
- confirm that you are too exaggerated! It 'happened once and I learned my lesson ...
Cass shook her head.
- Yeah, right ... So you want to go through?
- For now I'll say yes, but who knows, maybe I could change my mind after this meeting.
- Me hope so.
- I thought so.
We take leave with an embrace of ritual.
- Then let me know, ok?
- Absolutely. - because you still have to show me your "hole" crazy!
- Sure, you're free you can just come to me ...
- Well, then we shall see dear ... The important thing is that before you go out alive from there!
- Of course it is.
- I hope that too ... So, see you soon, sweetie.
- Cass soon!

Good. Indeed, perhaps I should say bad. Now. In any case, are only one source in this house - that looks like a mosaic of tiles fitted together - and still I decided to ring the bell. I do appeal to some latent power to make me get the urge to press that button so seemingly innocuous, but if touched resonates powerfully irritated by noise. And the sound is passed exactly as I imagined.

look briefly made unbearable by the nervousness that is growing inside me. So much time has passed ... Will be changed? Or will a photocopy of portraits painted with the memory of late? The door opens to the door ... It is Stella, the sister of Dan, but also present wife of Nick. I'm not surprised that much, already the Cassie had informed me of this news.

- Hi, Melody.
- Hi, Stella.



The coldness of his voice is equivalent to that of his eyes.
- Then you make me come in?

With a nod worthy of me into a human statue.
I'm heading towards a leopard sofa on which to sit and imagine it without saying anything to call her husband.
long as I light up a cigarette aspect of the package that I got from the distributor of the building. Since there is an ashtray full on the table in front of me I assume that smoking should not be unwelcome in this house. However I had the opportunity to test these and Marlboro particular I can try to ease my agitation.
Stella rematerialized in front of me like a shrew ectoplasmic premature.

- My husband to arrive.
- Okay.

I know perfectly well that I have never gone to a star genius, for she was too idealistic, and loyalty to certain claimed that my ideas did not lead anywhere, and "nothing" for her was tantamount to the success of course. Eventually he was satisfied, even if partially. At one point she had won and his materialism and she has tasted the victory while it lasted .... Not much to tell the truth. I do not know why, but I suspect that she has contributed enormously to start this project ... If the reunion was not she who had the idea first.
I am convinced that if I died that night would be so happy to wallow in my blood barefoot. It seems to me capable of doing such things with people who can not stand, it seems one of those people who repress all their impulses and then unleash them violently at the first opportunity, it is certainly one of the most hateful people I have ever know and I wonder how he her husband to bear. E 'with him likely to behave quite differently, I guess it's myeloma in a nerve-racking, but some men like women as well. One wonders if it's all fiction, or if it is spontaneous.
But this is not what interests me. also because it finally enters the living room Nick.

- Hello Melody, who would have thought we would see.
- Yeah. Hello Nick.

not particularly changed since the last time I saw him live: red hair are longer and it seems a bit 'aged. However does not show much about his 40 years - the age I do not remember precisely - appear to have little more than thirty. A first impression I find it good, and shows no signs of addiction or any other business ... Besides his wife, who soon realizes that fell immediately to catapult kissing. While I wait to end up this exchange of pampering inappropriate, I end up something else: the cigarette.

In perfect sync with my efforts to turn what is something left in the ashtray on the table the couple goes off and my next coveted partner finally sits on one of the two brown puff of the parlor.

request follows the classic situation:
-Want some coffee?
- No thanks, I've got.
- then a tea?
- but not the 5 ...
- You know that the traditions are there to be violated!
- In any case, I do not feel the need, given that the coffee was enough for me.
- Then I will break tradition by only.

He nods to the wife who immediately runs into another room - surely the kitchen.
I decide to take advantage of his absence - although I imagine the conversation that pillows are about to begin - to introduce the thorny issue.

- So ... What is the story of the reunion? It 'true or do I think of another megalomaniac delusion of our first lady?
- No, it's absolutely true. In fact, I'll tell you I was the first to propose the deal.
Him?!? I do not swear at this point, for me it was his wife.
- How and when did the idea?
- After the split, Star has been proposed to handle financial matters and we left to do ... He recently received a call Emi: it was a proposal regarding a possible reunion at a series of dates.
- How much have you offered?
- ... About 4 million pounds.
Oh God!
- Digit ... considerable
- Yeah I then notice of the proposal to the other and after a few days have given me the ok. And nothing for now, wait until September and began to move.
- Why September?
- Summer is the period of the summer hits. But most of all, I personally would like to spend more time with my family before beginning this new project. After moments of free time will be increasingly rare.
- Yes, I understand.
- In addition, in recent months we organize ourselves better and perhaps partly to try to fill some gaps, so we'll be prepared when it begins this epic.
- a wise decision.

But something does not come back.

- But at this point, it could be your manager about your wife?
hesitates a few seconds before answering.
- If he was doing Star managers, our son would end up not having parents, but a full-time babysitter! You know that I now have a child of almost 3 years, no?
Yeah I know ... But I never thought of.
- Yes, I have vaguely mentioned. If you put it so, then return to the accounts.
I pause just to make me a bit 'mental accounts. There is one more thing I have to ask.
In these moments of reflection Stella arrives with a tray. There are two cups.
am to open her mouth but she immediately cut short his usual neutral until spoken exasperation:
- Just in case you change your mind.
- I do not think we're almost done.
- we leave early?
I do not like the tone of the last sentence.
- I have some errands to run last.
- So, good day.

And after giving exhibition also know how to use vocal tones vaguely ironic, the hostess disappears up the stairs and not leaving me no time to counter a sharp salute.
At least now I groped to satisfy my curiosity without being subjected to the disturbing presence of the woman in the neighborhood.

- Sorry if indiscreet, but there's something you just do not understand.
- suppose you want to know why I wanted to accept this first project.
- Exactly. So ... Why?
- Simple. The figure was good, it was crazy to refuse.
- So it's only for money?!?
- ... Yes
I looked at him puzzled. And he realizes it now.
- Melody now we are adults, let us face it. All those ideals to make music for pleasure and so on are just crap. What really matters is something else.
- Money? And 'this?!?
- Yes, but not only that.
- Oh yeah? And what else then?
- You should know better than me.

I? What have I to do now?
- What should I know better than you?
I think that looking with a mixture of pity and resignation.
- Do you realize how much you pathetic? Go back to some more idealistic when you were the first that when it's over she started to work to a major label, in spite of all the good old speeches against the recording industry that we were doing!
- You know that I was forced. I had to keep me and my daughter in any way without depending too much from my parents!
- ... Exactly.

Exactly. This word confuses me. What does he look for me to say?
Noting my confusion, try to settle this ambiguous atmosphere with a topical forget . I would not, but I can not force him to talk.

- Rather I should be wondering why you have accepted the proposal to return to your old job.
This is me prepared, I'm not going to explain my real motives to them. I would end with the ridiculous.
- I was sick of my job and I wanted to go back to my old profession, although I do not even expect to be able to resume my old job.
I see that it is not convinced of my reasons, as I am not of his own. We hide each other.
- So, all things that we have passed are cleared from the boredom?
- now is old and we are no longer kids, and I think that we should now be a bit 'more reasonable than 10 years ago. At least I speak for me. For you do it 'for granted because you now have a family and also mean something. E 'on the other that I might have some doubts.

Indeed, more than on others, on another .

- Maybe you're right, maybe this time we can avoid certain mistakes.
nod. And while it finishes its own cup of tea, I decide that I have heard and learned enough for this time and that it is perhaps time to leave.

- It's late, I have to go.
She gets up to accompany me to the door.
- Then after this interview is confirmed we will return to us as a manager?

- I would first talk to others and then take a final decision.
- In any case, it feels soon.
- course.
- Goodbye, then.
- Goodbye. Say hello to your wife because I was not given time to do so.
sighs.
- Forgive her, now is in a foul mood.
- I do not see why others must suffer.
known that it is narrowing lips to fight back but the call in place immediately. In a gesture of farewell to run too we say goodbye for good. go down the stairs without even waiting for the classic sound of the front door that closes behind me.

take the direction to reach the first underground station. The roads traveled half an hour ago, rewinding tapes as a gray box. The same houses, the same traffic lights, signs all return the same in reverse. And returning to the contrary as well as some thoughts made earlier that they end up mixing with the last conversation pieces.

All those ideals of dignity, making music for pleasure and so on are just crap.
... Fighting the system, not to buy ... All at the first opportunity that youthful ideals are forgotten, erased, as written in pencil in the draft of life.
With age you realize that is pure romance. Especially when you find yourself on the edge.
although I also happened to me.
not are different from other .

Exactly.
No doubt, however, make me forget that behind that there is a single word more. And whatever it is, perhaps one day the veil of 'just be raised, as happens with all things.

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Since this update is only mentioned occasionally Kabirya has seen fit to relax a bit '... Maybe a little 'too ... I do not want to gain weight? Then as I do with photos? è_é



Among Melody / Anne, the woman lived and the epic battle metallaccio John ... to the sound of pillows -_______-'

Nancy Oliver dares to challenge. It aims high ... Or low? We have fallen? O_O

And finally I leave you with a Melody bulla with a shot to take effect on pool table ... Too bad that none of the calculations not even smear. -__________-

The upgrade is finished, go in peace.
Chorus: ... Amen.

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