liver

you're damn right

pfff... ok, ok, i let you think what you think, but... yeah, whatever... just.. i didn't mean WHOLE song, i meant-> just the beginning...

particullary i think they're almost the same... really... i've never let them start together, but i'll do that & then i'll be 100% sure that something in guitars is not clear... ;P

amm... LB really STANDS for Limp Bizkit, sorry that i made a riddle about this ;P

LP is always better, for sure... but we need to mention, that Phenomenon has been written many years ago, but qwerty -> way later... i would like to hear their explenation for this

have you noticed, that qwerty sounds like the song of LB-> Phenomenon. listen to theirs beginnings & you'll get the point! when i first noticed that, i was shocked!

allll...right! So- if i put that album on sale, i need to contact them...

here's my stuff-> i'm makin the music. it's been goin well so far, but i'm kinda stuck now, cuz---> i want to put some LP cover in. that means, what that means. my goal is to put that music on the net when it's done, BUT---> do i need to contact LP guys in some (unbelievable ) way to get the permission OR sign a deal, contract etc. of that i have rights to use their music...? i wouldn't want to dig in the crap, if some "cops" find out i'm usig the foreign music, when no rights are reserved... so, i'm not really in understandin about covering rights & wrongs. if someone knows about this, put the sentence in, yo! if i really need to contact them , how could i do that, if i'm not in LPU....? i'll get pretty soon on it, but i'm unexcusably rarely online on the Net... Kay, guys, waiting forward some devices

We got to know that Croton-bug’s plane back to Latvia flew on 29th, June. She asked our autographs & we had no problem with that. I’d never had any problem with autograph giving. Only Rob & Mike had got hooked by stunning requests from girls, which they could afford to do Phoenix was super-crippled & poured the tee on her shirt. I slapped him over the head. But all the time my attention was on Mike’s behavior. His smiling wasn’t any surprise (Some time ago he smiled even when I smashed his CD-player. With sitting on it. & then the hell revealed…). Yap-> he’s total smiley-man, but… He was, like, sighting her, by the same time being opened & telling things he usually kept inside from unfamiliar girls. He was also ok with telling her MY secrets… I think there were only few times, when his eyes were off her. But she wasn’t that kind of girl, who used man’s attention. She was natural. Yes, she smiled, yes-> sometimes blushed, but she didn’t do all that “Hihi!” & dishy smiles. No eye’s blinking & somethin’ like->”Yea, I’m SOO cool!” She had her own particular beauty. Not that kind of prettiness like colored models on magazine’s covers (I’m stabbing on my previous girls…:/), she was… special. & I saw that Mike noticed that too. He didn’t say any embarrassing compliment, just relished her company. I felt like a spy, that’s why I went to my PC & took the completely successfully-burned CD. -Ok, CB, here you are… -Gee, thank you! – she took it, stood up, looked on her hand-watch & found out it was already 11 pm. I thought momently not to let her go to the hotel, but there was no reason for it, so I let it be. Phi volunteered to drive her to the hotel & then I reminded he got no car. He said: - It’s ok, I’ll take your. After some sh*****g about my car & property Mike stated: -We don’t want to pay for her hotel! The silence ominously landed & Brad questioned timidly: -We don’t? -No! – Mike sticked to his own point, - It would be cheaper, if she lived in some house. - But, - Croton remarked, - Victor lives in the small trailer, but Alan has too tight parents. We’d talked about it. I wanted to slap Mike because he gave so big confusion to that girl. But he just fixed (like HE thought) it like this: -I have a free room! “Mike, what’s goin’ on with you?!” I theorized to myself. He offered a room in his nest for the person he knew for less then a day. -But what would Anna say?! –Brad sank in doubts. - Yess… What would she say… - Mike marveled. -I don’t want to bother somebody! – Bug jibbed. I wasn’t surprised, cuz she behaved like a personality; like a human, who’d always been by itself, not imposing herself on some other person. Not even talkin’ about absolutely strange male, c’mon! But Mike didn’t listen to her: - Some other possibilities? Brad? Dave? CHAZ?! -Stop!!- Croton-bug yielded. -Mike Shinoda, ya listenin’?! I’m not gonna stay with you! I just cannot! It’s not stamped on my character, why dontcha get it?! I made a helpless gesture. I wouldn’t have any problems with a free room, but I would never enforce some girl on what she didn’t want. Mike looked hangdog, but he smiled though, took her hand (again that 220 w voltage through my body), had a look on her eyes & said: -Sorry, I just checked you out. (LOL!) Didn’t mean to offend you or somethin’. Forgive Mike his stupidity! (That’s why he always got the coolest girls ) CB took Mike’s apology, said “Bye!” to everyone, opened my door… & left. Somehow the awkward discretion was all around; I observed Phoenix, who was yawning, Brad, who watched her leaving through the window, & Mike, who leered in my eyes. -What!?- I cried out. -What are ya thinkin’ ‘bout? – Mike lewdly questioned. -What you mean? – I groaned. -What’s up with you 2?! – Phi didn’t get it. -Nothing! –we both answered in unison. That made us laughing. I was happy, that the ice-jam was gone. When it was midnight I was already under my blanket, but slumber was still far away. I weighed Mike’s weird attitude; wondered how 1 small girl could grab all Linkin Park The Great in her hands; remembered her professionalism on stage, her powerful voice, funny jokes… When I was almost dead (mhm… asleep) it was 4 am. In my yet onlined mind the though swam-> it was 5 hours ago when she left; so why was I still thinking about her?! No wonder I saw her in my dream… I was woken up by some cretined “Bzz-bzz-bzz-bzz” & “Ring-ding-ding!!!”. -SHUT UP! - I wailed in my pillow. The phone didn’t understand.

-No! - Rob shouted, - 1st I want to know, why she speaks English so well! -I can answer both, - girl simpered, -English is also my hobby. I’ve read some books, stories, news & all, what’s written. Also we have to learn English at schools. ALSO I like music in English, so… I guess you got it, -she lifted her eyebrows on Rob’s side. He fidgeted in smugness. -About hobbies, - she turned left on Mike, so it means I saw her face better. I didn’t let my chance pass -Most of all I love music. Except messing on computer with beats & other instrumental I play also guitar (Brad & Dave exchanged looks between them) & keys. (Mike exchanged look with himself) Singing is the thing I’ve done for all my life. I’ve never been at some special music-school. So, that’s about the music. The second thing is art (Mike’s & Joe’s eyes flashed). The art I’m in is graffiti. Sometimes I do some bullsh… too, which is not graffiti, but most of a time I’m evolving exactly that kind of art. 3rd of all-> writing. All kind of it. Stories, lyrics, etc. That’s not all, but so far… -Which one guy from our band you like the most? – Joe took interest. -He he, - she just laughed, but didn’t answer. I hoped she would betray herself with bashful gaze on her idol, but she didn’t… I was disappointed. - Do you live in a hotel now? – Phi asked. -Yes, I do. I’m not paying for it, but I’m not residing it so often either. Most of the time I’m with my band-mates & work. -Who’s prepaying your hotel then? – Rob dropped his question. Joe answered instead of Croton: -We do! Bug frowned: -I didn’t know that! Victor just came up to me & said: “Hey-Yo, Yo-Hey, we have a cool sponsor team! You are over-paid now, yo!” Her talking style made me to smile again (& also to forget, what she said about my dumb-ass thing). Mike kneaded his food & gave a laugh: -Is he a rapper or something?! -No, the only rapper in our team is me, - she corrected. Mike looked on her with adoration, that’s why I punched him. His eyes went dark. -Do you have any band in Latvia? – Rob deranged the aura. -No, I’m by myself… “Myself, I ask why, But in my mind I find…” (She went on singing “By Myself”, but then came to a sudden stop) Damn… That’s what I always do, when say or hear some phrase from LP’s songs. Apologies… - disarming smile. All LP was murmuring somethin’ like “It’s ok”, “Are you kidding?”, “Go ahead!”, “No problem” etc. Sounded funny for her. -What are you going to do now? – Rob again. -Mm… - while Croton-bug was looking for answer, Joe hastened: -She’s coming to my house, cuz I wanted to give her few accapellas. She looked forward to getting some. Girl frowned again, but didn’t argue. -I can give her accapellas too! - Brad advised. - The only one who has full accapellas is me! – Mike concluded. - I’m the only one whose house is empty, - I cut in. Don’t know why I did it, but I’d always participated in all disputes in band’s history, so it was my responsibility to say something. Everyone grew silent & Joe said: -That’s true! -Well, yes! - Mike agreed. I set in wonder. Somehow I was the one, who won, even if I didn’t want it so much. When I want to assault some cheeseburger from Brad, I can win only with deceit; now everyone was ok with my SUGGEST… :/ -Are you ok, if we deliver Chaz to you? – Rob bespoke to confused CB. - Cuz if I were you, I wouldn’t go, - Joe tried to satisfy her. -Shut up, Joe! – I yielded, - I’m not any monster! -Yeah, that s what they all say, - Croton smirked. - That’s why I’m telling that too. Mike, Rob, somebody, ya coming with us?!- I asked by getting up & looking for money to pay spine-chilling bill. -I can go, -Mike got up too. - I have no time, - Rob justified himself, -Susan wanted me to be on the late-dinner. - I DON’T want to go! - Joe lifted his chin up in snobbery. I wanted to say, that he made a favour that way, but then he became normal (as normal JOE can be), rubbed Bug’s shoulder & promised to meet her as soon as possible. Phi was ok with associating us, so was Brad & 5 of us left the building. On our way to my hollow home we interrogated her about every little bullsh** we could think out. She answered without any faltering. Her English was fluent & pleasing. Jokes were running out of her like if she’d born just for joking. & not only jokes-> she was doing funny gestures. Not like boy or not like girl... like… a Croton-bug. After entering my house she was alright with some cup of tee, which DAVE offered. I ordered Brad to make some for her. Some 30 min were gone, when we all settled next to my PC & I was digging through all my files to find some useful accapellas. I succeed, started to burn them on some uncertain CD & we had the nice chatter again.

-I liked her… jokes, -Brad chortled. -Of course you did, - Rob resentfully stared on Delson. - I liked her style, -Phi added. -I liked HER, - I stated. -I liked her work, -Mike accomplished. -Are we going on that show on 28th? - I got interest. -Yes! - Mike shouted…-…Right? – He looked around. Other agreed. - I don’t want to admit that, - I rang out, - but this time Joe’d done really nice thing. I mean-> that sponsoring stuff. - She was so small, was she really 16? –Phi asked. Nobody knew. -Where did that sun-of-the-mother go?! – Mike frowned. Nobody knew… This confusion skimmed a little more money from me, cuz everyone wanted some more drinks. The waitress looked on us with some disbelieve, but we weren’t on making any more problems, so it hanged up in the air. A half an hour ticked out, when Joe returned. He wasn’t alone -> the person from our discussion was there… There was only one chair free & Joe put his butt on it. The girl stayed up & inspected the ceiling. At that moment the 5 of us jumped on our feet to let her sit. Waitress’s eyes narrowed. I waved her with hand, so she went on her job. Our behavior made Croton & Joe laugh. All of us felt silly, but we didn’t know what to do, so we just stood there & made ourselves in standing fools. Bug solved the trooping problem by stealing some free chair from the nearest table. We set down silently, but Joe offered her Mike’s uneaten hot-dog. Yap-> the top of Joe’s politeness! Mike took back his food from Joe, but CB persisted she didn’t want ANY meal. I squinted on Joe & felt funnily jealous, that he (HE!) had the chance to meet her 1st! As****e! Phi was the one who felt brave enough to talk to her. -Hey, 1st of all I wanted to say, that we (the spacious gesture around him) approved you to be good. - Thanks…- she contently smiled. Her voice sounded different without an acoustics of hall & effect of microphone. More softly & fizzy. She turned her hat with peak on back, so she looked more boyish. That was the chance for me to look into her eyes. Not only the color, which was something I’d never seen before-> they were like grey plus brown. In less illumination they went more dark brown, but in the light seemed like brown in the centre & grey around. Hardly sensible pass. Not only that-> her intend look was concerned, defiant, hilarious-> all at the same time. I thought that no one ever saw a peace of pain in those eyes. After a while of gaping I noted that one & all (except Joe, who was guzzling) were scanning her eyes. & I felt that she knew that-> she just didn’t show it. She looked happy & excited. -2nd of all, -Phi continued, - Mike made a chaos over our table, cuz he was talkin about you. By this sentence Phoenix made Bug rolling her eyes & Mike blushing crimson. I frantically theorized, if there was anything I did to make me redden now. As far as I knew-> nothing… -3rd of all, - Phi again, -we were wondering where Latvia was. I didn’t remember our discourse about this point & I knew I couldn’t get drunk from Cola to make my mind limping. Shi smiled broader, showing great, white line of teeth. CB was sitting between me & Joe, so I saw just her left ear with 2 earrings. No piercings, no visible tattoos. Not much make-up. Prob’ly cuz she predicted sweating on the scene. My attention was taken by coulomb on her neck & I recognized it as “Linkin Park” pendant. Not any “Limp Bizkit” or “Metallica”, but “Linkin Park”. I was happy (for uncountable time that day, bur I started to get used to it)… She put her hands on the loaded table & revealed 1 chain on each hand. -Latvia, - CB started & stole everyone’s interest, - is a very small country next to Russia, - she looked on Mike. That meant she knew about Mike’s mixcle of nationalities. After leering on her earrings, Mike focused on his hot-dog. He he… -The capital city is called Riga. Nothing really exciting about my motherland, I swear. - Are you really 16? - Brad asked. - DELSON! – I was infuriated, - That was absolutely unethical question! CB nodded, still smiling. -Don’t you say you didn’t want to know, - Brad hissed. -Ok, ok, cut it out, - Croton consoled, - I’m really 16, don’t worry! I’m turning 17 on 13th, August. -Are you studying? – Mike finally spoke. -I’m a student at a high-school, grade 10. Now I have a summer-break, - she explained. I felt like a dumb pupil. -Is your language English in your country? – Rob asked. -Nope, it’s Latvian. -Say something! – I begged. -What? -Say, that Chester is a dumb-ass! – Joe urged. CB wavered only for a moment & then said: - Chesters ir kjipa muljkjis, njaa… I resented & said to Mike: - Hey, bro, defend me! Say something to her in Japanese! Some lurid insult! -No! - Mike opposed. -THANKS! – I took more offence. Croton-bug punched my shoulder as for “It’s ok!”. It was like a high-tension current for me, didn’t know even why. I never had ANY problem by people touching me. Now I felt like a wringed-out cockroach. -What are your hobbies? – Mike wanted to know.

She resolved the conversation, looked on inquirer with eyes full of misunderstanding & smiled: -Nope, I just need to staple 75 wires, install my stuff, check some more trifles; it’ll take about 1 hour, but I’m all in your deed! The audience got the joke & went on laughing. “Mike” got abashed for a while: -I just wanted to ask you to sing Chester’s parts, cuz our screamer is late. -It seems that he KNEW that you don’t have any rehearse! –she pricked with grin. –But it’s ok, I’ll help you! It was my time to feel proud, so I did! Mike hissed next to me: -Not fair! I s******ed. CB was ok with singing in the mic attached to headphones, cause her arms were engaged. Some lights disappeared & people became still. Phi whispered to Mike: -Why Joe didn’t tell anything about THIS band? They’re also performing our songs. Why did he want to sponsor the Croton-bug? Mike whispered to me: -Why Joe chose CB instead this other band & didn’t say anythin’ ‘bout this group? I whispered to Joe: -Why CB, not this band? Joe turned his head to Rob’s side to whisper forward, but then he got the point. He turned back on me & answered: -I liked her & her nickname. I whispered to Mike: - He likes her & her nick. Mike passed on: -He knows her for years, they live in 1 house, he likes her name. “Mike” tangled in the line “A face watches everytime I lie…”, so the beginning of “Papercut” resounded the 3rd time. CB prodded around some keys on her laptop (which had the Hybrid Soldier on the cover) (made Mike proud, cuz he’d designed it), when the part “& watches everything…” was needed. It looked like she didn’t even listen to the song, that’s why Mike started to thrash about in a kind-> “She’s not paying an attention, that’s not good!” But in the right place mutinous “& watches everything!” came over her lips, while she was typin’ something & smiling. Mike finally exhaled. I was happy. Joe was filming. I was happy. She didn’t meddle in the chorus, but I waited for the text “The sun goes down…”. She sang it during sticking some green & black wires together. Seemed like she was just crooning, but the sound was loud enough & rigid. Sonorous like a little bell, but not like Britney’s style… Different way… Cute way… Not too girlish, but still I heard, that girl was singin’. Again time for me to be proud. That was the only song she sang that day. After “Papercut” the other band (called “Tybrid Hheory”) got lost & CB’s group consulted about the background, dummies, member’s placements & so on. But it was still interesting, cuz she dropped out a lot of jokes, did funny things & kept attendance alive. At 6 pm I didn’t feel my butt because of endless sitting, but Brad had a giggling-hysteria, thanks to last CB’s joke. Also she & her band was settling on leaving, which made me feel a little melancholic. The following band was scaring us, cuz it consisted of 5 girls, all in pink dresses! After few stops we reached our premier café & ordered some eatables & beverage. Only when we got our seats, we disclosed that Joe was missing. That’s why I paid for dinner-> so happy I was. -But she was quite good…- Rob pensively mumbled. -Quite?!- Mike reared; - She was the best this day! Did you see those other band’s sh*****g around in dis-control? They didn’t even know what they wanted to do! “So big board, so many watchers, oh-my God! Where to hide?!” Mike vigorously flailed by hot-dog & Brad was in fun already (actually all of us were in fun, except Phi, who was offended, that Mike did steal his talkin theme), but when the half-eaten sausage flew out of the bread to the South, Brad was enough, so he spit out all his food & retched from breathlessness. Out-spitted bit jumped to swim in Rob’s glass of cola, what made our drummer shriek: “Aahh! Not again!!” All that time Mike was just following with eyes on lost sausage, I was laughing like monster from bad horror-film & even Phi smiled. After a smile there were also giggles. After giggles… ok… We were making a solid hullabaloo, that’s why waitress came up to us & asked to get lost to the hell. We didn’t, but we promised. Naïve creature… 10 min took for us to calm down. Rob was deploring his damaged drink, Mike bewailed about his damaged hot-dog, so general mourning swallowed our table. -Mike, that all was your fault! - Phoenix insulted. -No…- Mike resisted. -YES! - LP insisted. -Awww… - Mike whined & hid his face in palmars. Only to hide his overcoming giggles… After a minute of quiet watching, Kenji turned his head up & growled: -It’s her fault… I wanted to show how good she was. If she wasn’t so good, I wouldn’t have to do that. -Oh, yeah, blame others! - I smirked with rubbing his back. -I liked her voice, - Rob intervened.

ok, you've been very attractive anyways, here's the next page for next 12 readers... -Chaz, you should be glad, cuz MY door was bombarded 2 hours before your. (Should that mean, that Joe had already had the breakfast?!) -Yes! - Joe screamed though & some crumb of the lump flew on my clear floor. I overlooked with sadness. -& 1 hour (he went on again) took for him to open that door. That neighbor WhoKnows promised to call the cops, but I got in before he did it. -If I were him, I wouldn’t call the cops, - Mike said. -Yeay, cause I’m the Great Mr. Hahn! - Joe bellied. -No… I would call to the mad-house. -Why didn’t you do it then? - I reproved. I really wanted to know. & also I was surprised why I didn’t have the same idea. Of course, we would lose our DJ, but Brad can scratch as well, when he is hangovered. Mike related further: -When I opened the door, HE danced in, shouted somethin’ like “”Blah blah bla-a-ahh!” & fell on my couch. & after an hour I was in his car, but I still don’t remember anything what had happened till that. While Mike was telling the heartbreaking story, Joe stared on me in incomprehension why didn’t I make any more toasts. Then I mumbled about “less drinking” & glanced on my ticker. It showed 8:30 & that made me almost cry. Joe ordered me to dress up & sit into his car. That day Joe drove up to everyone from LP & led us to some club. Only then (it was 2:xx pm) we were graced with info, we were going to see Croton-bug’s & other preparation to the show. While lunch he also stated we were her band’s sponsors. Mike was like-> “?!” & Joe explained that he had met 1 of her band & got to know they needed really some stuff to make the performance great. So Joe had made a little-fast contract. Show was scheduled on 28th, June. It was 20th that day. Rob asked more about that meeting & Joe said facts like that-> 1) Croton-bug’s group consisted of 3 men-> her, the light-guy, the guitar guy 2) Joe had met the light-guy 3) The meeting was on 2 am that day 4) The main person in the group was CB 5) Everyone liked CB, cuz she was cool 6) They had worked together just for 3 days, but already had a lot of materials 7) CB messed with the laptop on-stage 8) They had a rehearsal that day (20th, June) 9) We were invited to watch 10) Also some other guys were invited, cuz CB’s band wasn’t the only one on rehearsal. 11) Our seats were near the stage 12) CB spoke English perfectly… That was all, what Joe said; we stood up & Rob sighed reduced, that no food-fight started again. & now-> back into that time, when she came & befouled the microphone . Before her appearance some band was trying to push KoRn out of them. The result was droll, but LP was polite & didn’t say anything. Covering other band is not as easy as it looks. I’m not talkin’ about singing-> that is piece of cake. I’m talking about instrumental stuff. I think Mike was very uptight by what he was going to hear about us… & then she came… Only about 5.2 feet, stylish khaki pants with a host of pockets (like Mike ), lightly brown blazer with the hood, kicks in black, DC baseball-cap & some fetters on her hands. Half a rapper, half a metallist. We were lucky that lamps were lighting, so we were able to appraise her; but she ended that up by words to some dude: -Too lightly in here! Dude left only some lights on; viewership was in the darkness, but stage was well prominent. Also we were sitting very close. Then I descried one discrepancy-> CB’s group consisted from only 3 people, but there were some 8… I looked on Mike; he just set & waited stark for LP’s sounds from the board. I thought he was a bit too nervous, so I stepped on his foot. Mike gave me THAT KIND OF glimpse, that I saw my entire life running pass my eyes. That’s why I turned on Joe, who was sitting & preparing camera for recording all stuff. I suggested him to ask CB the autograph after that all & he said: -Maybe I will! As I had no other chance, I resorted to the scene again. Still wondering why there were more people than needed. After a while I did get an answer. The reply was “Papercut” melody, but I knew CB was on “One Step Closer” & “Step Up”, so that was some other band. Bug was as surprised as me, so she approached some guy, who was probably the DJ from that other group, & asked what a hekk. The DJ explained that they were running-through & she answered: -Dude, I’m not that dumb! I hear that! I’m wondering why ya are here, if it’s not the right time for you! WE should be here at 3 pm… What a?! Her talkin made me smile & I pictured that Joe was prob’ly proud as cock on his chicken. Croton pulled out the apologize from the foreign band, but then she let them to go on. -We still need to prepare lights & other technical stuff, so you can sing. But quietly! – she warned. All the LP smiled again. The “Papercut” resounded; “Mike” was sitting on some box & nearly whispering in the mic. After a verse of Mike’s text (before “& watches everything”, where actually my voice should appear) “Mike” stopped the music, stood up to CB (she carried her laptop on-stage & prattled with the guitar-guy (I heard his name->Victor)) & asked: -Can you help me with this song? Are you really busy?

So, pick this up, y'all! My running story, completed, but i'm givin just some page per day, though. let's see it's occuring, aye Why exactly a cockroach?! (Chester’s POV) When she came on stage, I & Mike were punching each other to proceed lunch’s coming out. It seemed that the only one ready to puke was Joe, who observed our… fun. We stopped, when she said somethin’ in the microphone. Actually it wasn’t even a word… It was more than a sound. Some funny sound, which she made just for checking if the mic worked. But that blare made all auditory to shut up & look on her. & there she was… I went wide-eyed Mike went hand-stopped, about others… I don’t know… A little step back in the past-> we gave out our album on 2006, had some free time before the tour (about 2 months & maybe more, if Brad (or me-> more believable) got drunk on the last day) & Joe had a crash in his head. He found somewhere on the Net, that some folks were going to make da competition, where fans (or normal people too) could give, like, a show… a song… performance. In easier words-> if Brad liked Britney, he could participate on that concert with “Toxic” or wadever. Joe had looked through already existing members & found some creature “Croton-bug”. It (cuz I didn’t know, whether it was “she” or “he”) was on with “One Step Closer” & “Step Up” (there were 2 songs asked). He (Hahn) printed out the profile of Croton-bug, set on our lunch table & started to read. We all were like-> “Joe, shut-the-f***-up!”, but Joe was Joe, so he went on it: -The Croton-bug is SHE. From Latvia. (Where the hell was the place like that?!) Now she’s 16. (14 years younger… I could be her father… No… No… Something’s not… Nah…) Real name-> not available. (Cool name: P) Favorite band-> LP. Experience on stage-> had some… He told some facts more, but all of us were full in forage, not really listening. Finally Joe concluded: -I like her! Of course Mike was the one, who politely drew: -Joe…? So, that time lunch eating turned into food-fight; Rob was the only one not involving, so he was forced to eat fish-soup with peaces of hamburgers & orange juice… Poor guy & we somehow forgot about all that Croton-bug’s stuff… The next day Joe was over to my door & brawled around my door-bell. I was still in bed, so I murmured “F*** you, as****e!”, having a hope, that Joe heard it… Then I had a revelation -> “Maybe I’m dreaming though?” So I nuzzled in under my blanket & tried to ignore the sounds from my “dream”. Just when my both phones started to ring in the unison with the door-bell, I realized the violent truth-> Joe really WAS to my door! With planning, when to reconstruct the door, I slid downstairs, crept up to the door, opened it & perceived the hit from Joe. He noticed me & his mouth half-opened for phrases-> “Are you absolutely deaf?” or “Was I roistering too quietly?”, or “Did you break your legs & couldn’t come here earlier?”. I didn’t let him tell any of those sentences; I yelled 1st instead: -Why are you f*****g up my door?!!! I looked really angry though, so he didn’t put down his hand, which had hit me, smiled as stupid… something! & shouted: -Pizza delivery!!! -Argh!!!- I rolled my eyes, notched the door & lumbered to the kitchen. I hoped Joe’s hand was in the doorway, when I shuttled it. But he didn’t roar, so he was still ok… Never mind, I had all my life for killing him as much times as I wished. By the way-> maybe someone would do it instead of me. I turned on the water-can & musical-centre. Then put in the toasts, when Joe appeared in my blessed kitchen, set next to my table (MY table!) & defined: - I want 2 weekly-fried… With butter. I felt my eyes filling with blood, but through them I saw Mike following Hahn. -Good mornin’, Mike. - I said & after 2 seconds my toasts flew out of the toaster. As I was too anchored Joe grabbed them 1st. Actually I wasn’t so hungry, that’s why I put 2 more toasts in the toaster, angrily staring on the moron, who was trying to tuck 1 toast in his mouth. Then I told him: -Joe, I actually strewed in the Arsenic to them. But Joe wasn’t any disturbed & just denied: - Cool, your special diet? After a while of listening to Joe’s chawing, he started to talk again, whilst I calculated-> with which one leg did I jump out of the den?! -Mike, I don’d ged id! (I’d never known he GET anythin’…) When Chezder seez me, he yellz-> “Why are ya killin’ my door!” -I said “f*****g”, not “killing”. -But when he seez you (he pinched Mike on the nose, what made him sneeze after a while), he sayz-> “Good morning, Mike!” … (…A pause before the storm…)… WHY?!!! The toasts popped out again, & again they were captured by Hahn-Joe! I gave up as lost getting breakfast that morning. Mike backed the wall & grinned. Joe crunched my toasts with a worried look on his face… I was hair-messed. -He just loves me. - Mike said, still keeping the smile. Yeah right, ALL the WORLD loves ya! Keep on dreaming! Cuz they love ME! I yielded: -After you guys stop talkin about my feelings, could someone explain me, what a hell is goin on!? Joe’s mouth was full with bread, but didn’t refrain him from trying to speak. Mike was that, who ended it up.

well... lol, I just tried By Myself (quite hard to remember, I hope it was that...) & there is just one problem... no, Mike's voice will never be a problem for me, at that point! it was there by all his self, damn. Thanx for tryin', I didn't look into other songs, maybe they were the right ones... I just had no time.. ok, any other supports?