One day Charlie became black. That normal morning he woke up and, looking at himself in the mirror, discovered he had turned dark. His skin was black, his hair was black, even his clothes and eyes were black. Shocked, he could do nothing but cry for three days. 

The fourth day he decided that his colour didn't mean anything and dared to go out. At his sight, three women passed out, elderlies made the sign of the cross, at least ten childen burst out in tears and dogs barked madly at him. Clearly he was the only one who didn't care about his skin.

After this episode, he locked himself in his room. He spent his days sleeping and watching what was going on out of the window, able only to ask himself for how much this would go on. He was extremely sad.

One night he could not sleep, so he decided to have a walk in his little garden. Once he was out, he noticed with amazement that he could not see his dark colour. Hidden by the black of the night he was like all the others. Still nicely surprised by his discovery he ventured out of the gates and felt ready to fight the town.

No one stared at him. No one fainted. No one even paid attention to him. He was just another person hiding from the daylight. 

Charlie lived the rest of his life during the night, having the best time ever with his friends he couldn't see.

Happyness...it's not a warm gun!

The girl smelled the air. The sky was covered by black, heavy cloud and Joy Division, really not the most anti-depressing band in the world, were playing on her ipod. Yet she was happy. For unknow reasons, but she was and she felt great, rain or shine bliss was part of her. Forever.

1 sheep, 2 sheeps, 3 sheeps...

Dom was extremely tired. It was obvious that he was very lucky, who wouldn't give anything to become a famous drummer?

The problem was that Dom could stand no more always travelling around the world just to play for some screaming fans, risking everytime to be killed by the enthusiastic crowd. Not to talk about his band mates. The bassist was ok, but the singer... he really couldn't tolerate his showing off. Or his stupid songs about zetas and jellyfishes attacking the earth. Or his shrill voice. Or his crazy dances on the stage. Or his hansomeness. All the fans were all mad about "Matt, the genious", just like he was the only one who made all the hard work. Actually, he had had enough of everything about him. Now that they were recording the new, awaited, album, he had become even worse. Everyone had to care only about his three-parts simphonyc monster, the other songs were just crap to him.

Dom decided that he had to do something to change his terrible life. Countryside seemed the perfect place to begin again, renew and forget about all. 

He found a nice hill, full of nice sheeps, nice grass, nice fog, nice trees and put in practice all he was able to do: play the drums. The sheeps seemed to enjoy.

I just can't help being a Muse fan. Expecially when they publish some videos....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8kkMyfQA4g

Oh, I just discovered there's a rumor about the album being released in September 2009 followed by a tour!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm in ecstasy :)

Uhm...reading this again I noticed that almost nobody must know about what I wrote... Well...