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Track 05 - Staring at the Sun

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The TV volume was just below the threshold of pain, but the old man did not care. A girl Asian features (in the flesh? A synthetically generated avatar?) listed the amazing qualities of something, getting poor results, at least in that apartment. The old man turned on the TV at a volume so high only to ward off the thoughts (sharp jaws), which attacked more frequently.
The sun did not seem so dangerous that afternoon, seen through the glass shielding windows. If the apartment had a balcony overlooking probably would not care, bear the risk of skin cancer and damage to the retina. Instead
that hole had balconies (thank goodness) so had to settle for the old sit and contemplate the second of seven buildings that made up the twin residential complex. Memories of sun drenched beaches of raindrops on the skin, snow-capped mountains invaded his mind like a swarm of annoying gnats, despite the TV.
Someone rang the bell (just in time) by saving the old man from his thoughts.
mute the TV and yelled, "Come on, Samy."
He watched the boy go, arm in arm with the notebook.
"Should not you be at home doing your homework?" Pretended to rebuke him. Samy
showed him the notebook as if to justify himself and added: "From there there's a gentleman. He and his mom are talking about. "
"Embee '?"
"Nothing seemed sad, both."
A shadow fell on the face of the old (still does not know anything), but the boy did not notice, as it was intended to connect the notebook to wall outlets.
Bad thoughts invaded again (if by some miracle the ozone layer is regenerated Samy would have the same fear of the sun, and if the neutral pH of the rain returned, Samy did attempt to dodge the drops, but if mild autumn now return the harsh winter Samy would complain of the cold).
"I try?"
Samy looked the old man, surprised. He always grumbled when he connected Network in its presence. A little 'i-hesitantly handed him the glove and the viewer by showing how to wear and how to use them. "Where are you going?"
(being here) "Show me your favorite site."

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Track 04 - If God Will Send His Angels

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A mini apartment on the 12th floor of a residential complex that is beginning to show signs of decay. Early afternoon. A hot sun, too, comes from the windows, creating contrasts between light and shadow. Ahmir, dressed in an anonymous fashion, and Rita are sitting opposite each other. A table separating them.
"So you came."
"I did not have much choice, I think."
"Would you able to escape, as usual. "
" Escape ... just you accuse me of running away. "
Ahmir gets up, goes to the window, look outside.
The silence drags on, disturbed only by audio of a television blaring, coming from the apartment next door, and the noise of a helicopter flying over the area.
"I do not want to know where I was, what I did in these years?"
Ahmir turns to look at her, she does not return his gaze.
"I would like to know why you've waited until now to make you alive."
She did not answer. Continues to set the table. Listening carefully, we understand that the television is broadcasting a teleshopping. Ahmir
studying the environment, the plastic tablecloth on the table, discolored and full of cuts, the sofa half broken, the absence of any decorative object, except for a small crucifix on the wall.
"Why did not you come with me? Why are you satisfied with this ... "
Rita abruptly raises her eyes.
"I just do not understand, right?" She looks at him intently, then returns to set the table. "No, do not understand." A faint smile on his face is drawn. "But then this ... your naivete ... has always been your strong point."
she gets up, goes to the sink and filled a glass of water.
You hear the sound of a key turning in the door.
"Mom, I'm back."
"Samy, come. There is a person that you have to say goodbye. "
A boy on 13, 14 years into the room. He takes off the dusty mantle phUV and places it on the back of the chair she was sitting where the first Rita.
"This is ... Johnny," shudders Ahmir "... one of my old friend."
Samy shakes hands stiffened Ahmir / Johnny, then at Rita.
"Now you can go and do your homework."
"OK mom. Goodbye Johnny. "
Johnny looks at him go, without saying anything.
"Oh Rita ..." Johnny sits down.
Rita moves the mantle phUV and sits on the sofa too. Shaking hands with Johnny.
"Johnny, you do not know ..." Tears slide on his face.

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Track 03 - MOFO

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"Willie, as you said that this process is called God-forsaken?"
"Gehenna, Ahmir".
Never once you remember the name of the place where she was performing.
I gave him one last checked, makeup and clothes were in place. Already disappeared from the face that look bored and contemptuous, replaced by a smile that could inevitably lead to capture the audience.
"Go, you are perfect."
When people recognize him broke the tense silence with a cry of joy.
From my privileged position backstage, I could see everything that happened, to study the public, always different yet always the same ... three teenagers on the verge of fainting, a beautiful red-eyed lost, a man very sexy olive-skinned, the bartender , which strangely did not watch the stage like the rest of the club but it seemed to have eyes only for the Reds ...
The crowd went wild, and how to blame her? Ahmir was unique, I never knew a person by his charm, his charisma and his talent. For a while 'I was infatuated with him, I think it was inevitable, then over time I began to understand who is behind the character of the pop star, and I decided to pass up. Not that Ahmir disdained homosexual relations, it was me who did not want to tie myself to a child unhappy, and alone. So, I was left cheat twice, I was fond of him and I became her babysitter, not even the satisfaction of having great sex.
Of course I did not mind the salary, the constant travel, the hectic life of showbiz. But sometimes I found myself dreaming of a 'normal' life, in which Ahmir was simply a star on TV. Ahmir
rushed backstage, the first part of the show was over. He mopped the sweat, drank a bit 'of balancing hydro, exchanged a few jokes with the technicians.
But there was something wrong.
was as if he avoided my gaze.
"Ahmir, tell me there is."
Look rabbit in a trap. "Nothing ... now I have to go back on stage."
During the second part of the show lambiccai my brain trying to figure out what might disturb it, but nothing. I continued to rack during the next party in the top venues in the city, until I decided to put it back to the hotel corner.
"Ahmir, make up your mind to talk."
Again hunted rabbit eyes.
"... Ahmir"
"You know who I saw in that disco? "
I looked at him. Who the hell could he see?
"I saw my sister."
"... Your sister?" To say I was stunned is an understatement. In so many years to accompany a commitment to another, supporting, and sometimes comforting, the idea that he might have a sister I had never even touched the antechamber of the brain.
"She managed to leave a note in his dressing room."
walked up and down the room, fiddling with his hands.
"It gave me an appointment. Tomorrow. In his apartment. "

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Track 02: Do You Feel Loved?

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Shelly was leaning on the counter the bar. Just noticed the three girls hyper-and hypo-rigged dressed, until they tried to order.
Instead of using the touch screen, tried to speak, getting only result to look like a fish gasping, the voices completely annihilated by the music. In a gesture to the bartender angrily pointed to the touchscreen and the girls looked, hesitating between embarrassment and amusement.
'punk', Shelly thought, almost affectionately.
He finished with a sip her drink and headed for the track, with its sway feline, ready to cut through the crowd invaded light elegance. Many heads turned as he passed, men and women in equal numbers. She was tall, perfect body, green eyes and dark red hair.
was beautiful and was well aware of it. And how could it be otherwise? After endless hours in the gym to sculpt the body, cosmetic surgery to smooth blemishes, poise and dance lessons ...
He noticed that a man, dark complexion, sculpted muscles, lips, watching her with something more than mere admiration. He decided to play the game. She approached him and began to dance, practically clinging to each other. The people around watching them with longing, trying to absorb at least a reflection of sensuality emanating from the couple.
The man was always more provocative, was looking for to bring the situation beyond the breaking point. The music ended and Shelly breathed a sigh of relief, the case helped her break away before things fell.
as he began another song she slipped away. He reached the door of the toilet, squinting because of the neon lit up the bruises common part of the basin. He looked absently at his reflection in the mirror, ignoring the looks of admiration, envy, even of sexual desire that threw the other women.
The music was reduced to background noise that accompanied the thoughts of Shelly. He closed his eyes, struggling with herself to hold back the tears.
Christ, he had everything he had always wanted, and still was not satisfied! A man, incredibly sexy, and she had desired had run away. What was wrong?
opened his eyes, pretended to control the make-up and left the toilet, hoping to blend into the crowd, in the gloom, in the anonymity of disco. But his desire was to be frustrated as he tried to cross the track, silence descended on the club, which seemed to have crystallized at the moment when the music, all sound had ceased.

Tna Knockouts Hot Fights

Track 01: Discothéque

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The scribbles of laser light were visible in the distance. Jessie B
felt a surge of adrenaline into the bloodstream. He had spent the whole afternoon to choose what to wear and make-up and could not wait to show the fruit of his labors.
next to her, France is Keiko, mesmerized by the mysterious figures drawn on the clouds.
All three shook spasmodically between his hands, slightly sweating with tension, the invitations, which are essential for admission to Gehenna, the 'hard-time'. The unpleasant thought of what they had to do to get it vanished from the mind of Jessie B, choked with excitement.
Below the phantasmagoric play of light Franci casually noticed the squalid suburban landscape, piles of garbage and dilapidated buildings, the reality of every day pull out beyond the windows of the bus.
"We need to get off", the urgency in the voice of Keiko snapped up the other two.
The girls joined the current that flowed slowly but inexorably towards the glittering entrance of Gehenna. They held hands, the excitement almost ousted from the fear of getting lost and be alone, alone in the multitude of figures wrapped in cloaks phUV, indistinguishable from each other.
Low vibration, as perceived by the body with the ear, seemed to emanate from the bowels of the nightclub, crept into the subconscious and whispered his hypnotic message. Minutes
expanded hours, pushing, protests, and finally the reader to swallow in the invitation, a magnetic card with hologram anti-counterfeit: Jessie B closed his eyes and held her breath until she missed the ground under their feet, a sign that the invitation was accepted. During the descent, wrapped in a suffocating darkness interrupted by the occasional light bulb, took off his cloak, disclosing the result of hours of preparation.
The platform stopped abruptly. The music hit like a hammer, the pace frenetic and the low success penetrating the last dance, intended to last a few weeks, like many predecessors.
Jessie waited the arrival of France next to the elevator and Keiko, while his brain trying to cope with sensory dell'overload. The swirling images of light and movement were resolved: a track under siege from the bodies and heads swaying grotesquely twisted frame in vision caused by the strobe, multi-colored beams of light made solid by the air saturated with smoke, and vague shapes in the gloom surrounding hardly mentioned.
France and Keiko emerged from the elevator. They looked with shining eyes, the expression of absolute joy vaguely cruel made from heavy makeup, and headed toward the bar.