Chronic Urticaria Life Expectancy

Val Judd Title: Lyrics
Claim: McFly Guys ... dah.
Category: Comedy !
Summary: Tom lost inspiracióny can not write more! Danny, Harry Dougie and must find a way to make him write again.

Lyrics
Chapter 1.

Tom frowned bitterly as he stared at the blank page before him, could feel laughed maliciously. It had been two weeks, and he was not able to write a single verse. It was depressing. In addition they had to give her new single in three days! Or his representative would be upset. Very annoying.

Once Dougie had to come forward not have created a melody 'decent' low for a song. He left the office with a trauma, almost to tears and his voice had dropped a whole octave. Harry laughed at the entire week.

But if there were no lyrics, no chords, or arpeggios, or under, or a base to add. There was no song! Course, had tried to do all the music first, then that Tom invented a letter that take your breath away, but did not work. Still no song. And if his agent found out ....

That meant slaughter to all.

Meanwhile, the three remaining members were in the room with Danny, who wore black funereally from head to toe. They were sitting on the bed Indian way, facing each other. With the lights out, and a few candles, giving an eerie feeling to the scene.

- ... We are all here together, to say goodbye to Our good friend and comrade, Tom, Who Has Left behind His career as a composer, Which Means ... He is dead. And! With His death, .. We Are Damn it all-too-dead. Amen.

Harry and Dougie did not deign to answer.

Danny cleared his throat.

- Amen. - He repeated.

- A ... love ... - Harry said without understanding.

- Can I turn on the Lights ...? - Doug asked somewhat disturbed.

- No, Doug ... focus!. - Jones-This is followed Deadly Serious. Tom Does not write anymore, We Will Have A New Single! The record label is gonna kill us. Slow and Painfully. Then they're gonna sell Our death teddies to the science! Or maybe Some crazy fans are gonna buy them ... us ... whatever-or-And Then Make Some creepy Budu-altar! THAT'S GONNA HAPPEN IF YOU DO NOT FOCUS.

The child looked scared, his head nodding slightly.

- Such a lame way to die ... - Said the drummer.

- Killing Our Selves is way faster! - Danny and Harry looked at Doug, who did not seem to understand what was wrong with the sentence, not to have understood the point of concentration.

- But ... Maybe ... just maybe! Should we look for a solution, right? - Bassist Harry said slowly, nodding his head to see if he understood the concept -

- Ha ... Ok -

- We need a plan to Give Him Back His inspiration ... - Drummer scratched behind the neck.

Jones cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the other two, as he drew from his pocket a folded paper, like .... Ten times. Began to unfold at their center, it was becoming more, and bigger! Swallowed Dougie, Harry raised his eyebrows, and Danny began to imitate an evil laugh, which was not, "while insisting that progress had been made to all expectations, and did not have to worry about, because the best guitarist in the world had it covered.

- Look and learn ... Enjoy ... MY PLAN! -

Harry and Dougie looked at the sheet in front of them, amazed, looking to see who atrevíaa speak first. They made a rock-paper-scissors, or mental, and Dougie lost.

- Danny ... it's empty. There's nothing written.

- Details.

(...)

With a cup of coffee in hand, and still looking at a blank sheet. Tom groaned childishly and began walking in circles around the kitchen table. Which was pretty big ... so about three laps to give tired and sat down.

took a few sips his coffee. He clicked his tongue was hot, stale and had forgotten to put sugar. Giack.

Suddenly

the floor began to rumble suddenly, as if something big was coming, looked toward the door as he heard the footsteps of a giant sound-effects approach was Harry hitting the hype of your battery. The blond swallowed, as he left the coffee cup on the table.

- Fletcher ... ~ I'm here to take your sooooul ~ - Still no one came through the door, but by the tone of voice, you could tell he was Danny.

- I think you're Spending too much time with Doug. - It heard a "Hey!" from somewhere in the house.

But Danny ignored him.

- Fletcheeer ~ I'm the devil ... - ignored the 'No, You are not' for Tom - You Have just one chance ... Write a song ... ONE single song! And I will forgive you ... but if you don't ... ... You are going to hell! - Danny

used a tone ghostly voice, and drums of Harry in the other habitacióny a few bass notes Dougie, helped form the background music.

Jones looked into the eyes of Fletcher, trying to make compromise.

In the other room, Harry and Doug watched, waiting for the door came his salvation. Danny came walking passively. He said nothing for a few seconds. He went to his guitar and began to sing quietly plugging random melodies. They spent few minutes and noticed that the other two watched, waiting for a response.

- Oh ... yeah. We are all going to hell.

[To Be Continued ~]

[ Chapter 2 HERE]


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