L: Dude you are awesome. For how long you played guitar before?
Me: One and a half years.
L: You are doing well, counting that you didn't have a teacher.
Me: Thanks, you know it really means a lot to me.
L: You know I said that I found a name for our band?
Me: Yes, I do remember..
L: What do you say about "The white indians"
Me: Quite racist, don't you think?
L: Oh come on!!
Me: It sounds nice, I'm joking.
L: You can go and fuck yourself then because I found the name for our first album too.
Me: Impress me..
L: "Dead Fethers"
Me: Nice, but why is everything so indian..
L: (both laughing) Well, we should have a main theme for our band.
Me: Well you know better (no, you don't)
L: Show me what you wrote, I mean sing it.
Me: Ok. Well, this is "Fallen Queen"...
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M: It is so beautifull..
Me: Maria!? (Don't freak out in front of her, come on dude, pretend there's nothing wrong...even if it's sooo fucked up)
M: Yes? What's wrong?
Me: (god she's so beautiful) Nothing. (At least I am at sea)
M: Would you like to go for a walk along the beach?
Me: Sure, let's go.
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Mom: Did she call you?
Me: Mom!?! What are you doing...here.
Mom: Are you idiot, where am I supposed to be elsewhere?
Me: Home, in Bucharest?
Mom: I think that girl really got you crazy. Why she does not answer to your calls. She said that if you come to see her she will be here..
Me: (another deja vu) Mom....
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M: What mom you dream!? This is Maria... I LEAVE YOU! (Bip Bip Bip)
