L: Dude, what's wrong with you, are you sick or something?
Me: No, sorry.. Lucas I didn't know you were here. I must've been stucked on a thought or something. My head is playing with me since yesterday. A few hours ago I was sitting in my room and I don't know what happend because I ended in a basement. What is even more strange is that I saw mom and... she was not ok. Finally I got here...in the highschool..
L: You should eat more, you shrinked for god's sake.
Me: I should, yes, but I don't have anything in the fridge nor in my wallet.
L: Well, let's go to Dristor, I'll buy you something.
Me: Thanks dude, I owe you.
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L: So what do you have in mind with this band, I found a good name for us, you know.
Me: I do write a lot, I don't know if it matches your style but you should give it a try.
L: Show me.
Me: This is my music notebook, I have five or six melodies in it, not much but it is a start.
L: I really like it! I mean it. Except the thing that you write for girls which sucks but you have potential.
(What he meant about writing for girls..)
Me: Thanks Lucas. I have such a big deja vu.. Like this happend before.
L: Eat or I think you'll get in hospital continuing in this way.
Me: This shaworma is awesome..thank you so much! Let's go to the studio then. Check that nobody is going there and we shall go.
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L: (on the phone) yes, today, 4 o'clock. See you then. Bye.
Me: So?
L: It's ok, let's go.
Me: How is Andreea doing?
L: Ok, we just can't stop fighting, we argue on any stupid and insignificant thing. I think I will break up with her soon.
Me: Your decision dude, but I think you are hurrying a bit.
L: You tell me? But what about you and Valentina. What about her, she's fooling with you and you just stand and obey her wishes. Can't you see that you should've broke up with her and continue your life because she is just stopping you to evolve.
Me: Well, I don't know dude, I love her, you know, 7 months means something.
L: It means shit. Come on! Be a man, I won't have a band with a pussy.
Me: Go fuck yourself. Well, there's the studio.
L: I am quite scared now. But I think we will do good.
Manager: Hello guys, how are you?
L: We're doing good, ready to practice. You?
TM: Working. This is the studio, you have two hours. When you finish you should put the money under the mixer.
L: Of course, thank you and see you later.
Me: Whoa, my ears hurts. This room is so antiphonated that I can't hear myself.
L: (behind the drums) Watch me and play your guitar as you feel, we should start from somewhere.
