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8h de vol • départ 20h30 • apéro cahouète dans l’avion • mini bouteille de rouge • merlot épicé Air India • curry végé spicy • re-mini bouteille pour dormir • écran sur les sièges • error 404 • marche pas pas de film • Yelli dodo • nouveau Built To Spill • podcast Kerozene • ronpich 30mn • pipi • bouteille d’eau • grandes jambes coincées • somnolence • 1h dodo • courrier international sur téléphone • fin(faim) dans le monde • mini-dodo • 6h15 p’ti dej’ • pain de mie fromage • premier café fade • Bad Breeding • Yelli se réveille et demande un thé • reçoit du café • atterrissage • papiers • visa • re-papiers • visa • mauvais nom sur le visa • prénom à la place du nom de famille • first name/last name ça passe • 1h de dodo en tout • ça pique un peu • airport exit • moiteur • chaleur • klaxon • gentillesse • bienveillance sourire • pauvreté • gamine aux cheveux rasés • robe jaune • namasté • on est en Inde • New Delhi • bagages • 1er rang d’oignon de gens avec pancarte d’accueil des touristes • pas la bonne • 30°C à 8h du mat • humidité • chaleur pancarte Emilie et Florent • accueil artiste • DJ Karma • Adesh • casquette rappeur • smile • first impression on Indian earth • very good • klaxon • petits taxis blancs • klaxon • chaleur • coffre tout petit • guitares sur les jambes à l’arrière • DJ Karma à l’avant • nous à l’arrière • discussion hip-hop 90’s • route 2 voies=4 voies à Delhi • klaxon • tuk-tuk • queue de poisson • big bus • musique hindie • chaleur • fenêtres ouvertes • klaxon • klaxon • odeurs • épices • rigolade • fatigue • 45 mn de route • Delhi est immense • 500 roupies • 7 euros de taxi • chaleur • humidité • attention • traverser la route • vision non périphérique • fatigue • rires • chiens • chats • épices • égouts • matos musique • flight case guitare élec jimi • sac à dos rando avec pédales guitare • 15 kg • petit sac à dos devant • flight case guitare acoustique Yelli • valise à roulette • carte son et câbles • sac à dos Yelli • 10am • porte qui grince • 4e étage • ascenseur • serrés • hostel maison familiale • accueil chaleureux • 2 chambres • DJ Karma nous quitte • RV ce soir pour les balances au bar Depot 48 • douche froide • odeur de cuisine • pas le temps pour chill • toc-toc à la porte • ma pote Aurélia • habite à Delhi depuis 2 ans • euphorie • excitation • faim • 12h • restau pas encore ouvert • attente à l’ombre clope • cuisine bengali • eau tiède • serveur présente la bière • toucher pour valider la température • alcool n’est pas de coutume en Inde • boulette aubergine • on veut tout goûter • nan à l’ail • aubergines grillées • patates cumin • Yelli va siester • excité • Aurélia prévu la full visite • tuk-tuk minaret Qtub • 35°C • boire de l’eau • chaleur • photos • Lomography • monuments • sacré • avion juste au dessus • toutes les 2mn • arbres gigantesques • plantes • succulentes • couleurs • regards sur nous • short • les femmes ne doivent montrer ni épaule ni genou • hommes en chemises • femmes en robes longues • société macho • t-shirt moite • pierre taillée •

Temples • petite fille cheveux rasés robe sari jaune • beauté lunaire • arbres ancestraux gravés • sueur • rires • ombre • boire de l’eau • prendre des photos • ne rien oublier dans tuk-tuk • « you need? » • «next time » • robes oranges • namasté • on est Inde • wow • Lajpat nagar market • odeur d’épices • babouches • tissus • nans • bracelets • jus de fruits pressés • citrons verts coupés • bustiers shiny • négocier • attrape-touriste • blancs-becs • pauvreté • mendiants • « buy a pen » • un signe ? • écrire • « next time » • mausolée singe • encens • spicy • couleurs • bleu vif • orange fluo • jaune citron • soif • sueur • take time • enjoy • souvenirs • goûter time • jus de fruits vert • dessert à la poire • courses pour voyage • amandes • snacks • pommes • mini-bananes • c’est l’heure • showtime • balances dans 30mn • toilette rapide • ne pas se faire écraser • klaxon • tuk-tuk • traffic • grosse chaleur • sauna • la salle • Depot 48 • bar LGBTQ+ • unique à Delhi • 3e étage intérieur concert 4e étage terrasse repas • je dégouline de chaud • ingé son cool • Kingfisher • bière forte • soundcheck OK • backstage • portrait de la tour Eiffel • dernier vrai repas à 13h • terrasse techno • #wemetatdepot48 • concert à 21h30 • institut français présent • tournée indienne future? • Aurélia vient avec sa prof de danse ‣ showtime ça discute quand on joue ‣ soirée plutôt que concert ‣ on donne tout ‣ vue sur la rue ‣ concert assis ‣ mode cabaret ‣ Yelli solo pour 2 tunes ‣ ça discute mais balek « La terre » ‣ « Mared Youghal » ‣ apothéose ‣ « Hnifa » ‣ fin • « we want more » • soif • faim • clope • chaleur qui ne retombe pas • terrasse • animateur radio • bières • repas enfin à 23h burger été bien épicé • ça propose d’aller dans un autre bar • ranger matos • double check • viens au bar • avec tout le matos ? ok • just one drink • 3 shots • 3 cocktails magnifiques • bar fancy • Les Doors Les Stones • more shots • ça monte au cerveau • last order • meilleurs Old Fashioned du monde • bonne rigolade • shots kamikaze • cocktail vodka citron vert sour • fermeture • derniers hugs • tuk-tuk • chambre froide cause clim • dehors 32 degrés • dernière clope balcon avec Yelli • dodo • vraie nuit douche • packing • petit dej’ préparé par la mama • crème indienne • omelette café fade • Dj Karma arrive • 11h • taxi • 45 mn aéroport Delhi • klaxons • pas de billet imprimé • first name et last name échangés mon nom est Julien • Yelli s’appelle Marcelle sur le billet d’avion • comptoir • impossibilité de mettre la guitare cabine • snif • contrôle bagages • briquet interdit à la poubelle • faim • soif • boule indienne curry raj kachori • copieux • biryani qui ouvre les portes des saveurs de l’Inde • rigolade • plus faim • pas de briquet • • smoking room • allume-cigare grandeur nature décollage • 15h20 • sieste 15h40 • réveil 15h50 • voisines cools • connaissent le lieu de ce soir • atterrissage 17h40 • Guwahati • berceau de l’humanité • 7 millénaires • nuit à 17h • 35°C • taxi • commandé par l’orga • son nom est Shaun • discussion avec lui au téléphone • comprends rien • accent • 1 mot toutes les 10 secondes • 1H30 de l’aéroport au centre lumières nuit • pas de trottoir • constructions • nids de poule • klaxons • arrivé bar • soirée pré-festival • on joue pas ce soir • club concert traditionnel • Shaun est tout bourré • mouton noir • tient pas debout • 19h • faillit être coincé dans l’ascenseur • stress pour la suite de la soirée • train à 00h • notre Shaun est incapable d’aligner 3 mots • public présent va aussi au festival • ouf • prennent le même train que nous • taxi • gare ferroviaire • 34°C • 2 sacs à dos • guitare lourde • pas de bière à acheter • SDF à même le sol •

Enfants endormis par terre • tristesse • peine • putain de riches blancs • désespoir • privilège • chaleur • toilettes avec odeur qui pique le nez • waiting room • toujours sur le qui-vive • matos • guitares • ne rien se faire piquer • focus malgré chaleur harassante • vin piqué dans l’avion de Paris nous ravit • quai A • train 58417 • pas sûr à quelle heure il arrive • clope interdite sur le quai • mélomanes avec sac à dos • t-shirts Pink Floyd et Beatles • ils vont à Ziro • le festival qui nous a invité • française souriante qui tape la discute avec nous • a écouté Yelli Yelli • d’autres nous disent qu’ils attendent notre show • 00h00 • pas de train • personnes qui traversent par les rails • 1h de retard • normal en Inde • 8h de trajet jusqu’a Arunachal Pradesh • territoire indien depuis 1987 • anciennement tibétain • revendiqué par la Chine • voisin Bhoutan Chine Birmanie wagon 3C • air conditionné • 43A • 43B • 3 couchettes droite • 3 couchettes gauche bas • milieu • haut • 50 personnes dans un wagon • pas de mur • intimité zéro • vivre ensemble • extinction des feux • j’écris ces notes • un peu tous les jours • se souvenir • bouchons d’oreille • longue sieste plutôt que nuit • toilettes • porte de sortie du train ouverte • extérieur jour • comme un film • rizières • montagnes • cabanons • 6h du mat’ • enfants qui pêchent • maman qui étendent le linge • vaches • canards • mamies • papys • paysages fous • 7000km de Paris • arrivée 8h • file indienne • douanes • visa • flics • Oji nous accueille • café dégueu • jeep • nids de poule • vaches et chiens errants • chèvres au milieu de la route • ça gigote • ça tangue sourires chaleureux • discussion passionnante • échange « Paris, j’en rêve » • route étroite • 2 voies • place pour une seule voiture • on s’arrête • éboulement de terrain • boue • bus bondés • caravane pour Ziro • Oji a des traits et une couleur de peau plutôt chinoise plutôt qu’indienne de Delhi • elle nous demande de jouer un peu de guitare dans la voiture • répet’ et setliste • stop right now • petit dej’ en vue service au ralenti • John Lennon récup son sac sur le toit du bus • 1 galette • 2 sauces très fortes • 3 personnes à table • restaus blindés de festivaliers • très bon chai latte • courses • snacks • joli foulard à ramener • chips bizarres • on repart • Oji fatiguée • elle s’est levée à 3h • dodo pour elle malgré le chahutage • 4h de route en tout • ça monte • direction altitude 1500m • welcome to Ziro • kids en uniforme • ça roule vite • klaxons • on cherche l’hôtel • on tourne 20mn • « sek-in »• ça parle pas anglais • on rigole • « kofi » • 2 chambres • cadenas pour fermer •loquet à l’ancienne • porte lourde douche froide • enfin propre • excité par le festival • balade • marché couvert • regards • on est des extra-terrestres • sourires • interrogations • miam des momos • Yelli adore ça veggie • super sauce • paneer • 4 ados nous accostent • intriguées • surprises questions • fous rires • coca • on part pour le fest • sublime trajet • rizières • femmes aux chapeaux de paille pointus • montagnes gigantesques • plateau couleurs • mother earth • arrivée au fest

Accueil par Aido • soeur d’Oji • bracelets • artiste • cashless 600 roupies • soit 8 euros de catering et boisson pour les musiciens • site magnifique • cuvette de prairie verdoyante • scènes et structures faites main par les locaux • en bambou • bambou assiette • bambou récipient pour boire • bambou comme échafaudage • soif • vin au millet dans tige de bambou • euphorie • beauté du paysage • petite toux • concert folk 60’s • Ravish & Garfunkel • on s’assoit • devant la scène sur laquelle on joue demain bière • stands bouffe partout • veggie burger • banh mi • balade • petites cabanes sur le flanc de la colline • spliff • naturelle rigolade • dicton du soir par Oji: « I’m a backseat lover » • bière fade • boulettes patates oignons miam • hide & sit • fatigue • re-vin millet • sourires groupe métal • run voiture jusqu’à l’hôtel • lever demain 6h car balances à 7h30 • what ? • aussi tôt que ça des balances ? • club techno au RDC de l’hôtel • musique mega forte • klaxons dans la rue fête • groupe de musique qui répète dans l’hôtel • boules quiès • 4h30 séisme de puissance 5 • rien ententu • Yelli oui • 5h30 réveil voisin qui gueule • 6h30 tocsin • chant de l’école du coin • douche • ranger affaires • porte de ma chambre fermée de l’extérieur • petite sueur • vision à la Midnight Express • Yelli descend • liberté liberté • c’est elle qui m’avait enfermé avec le loquet centenaire la veille sans faire exprès • balade ville • photo de groupe prise par des locaux • bus ultra colorés et kitschisés • petit dej’ dans un boui-boui • chai • chapati • curry • achaar • sauce aux haricots spicy • retour hôtel • retard taxi • conduite à la calabraise • 7 mn aller alors que 20 mn hier plein soleil Install Yelli Yelli ‣ problème d’élec ‣ pas de son en façade ‣ impro perso reverb à fond ‣ dreamy ‣ face aux montagnes ‣ souvenir mémorable ‣ soleil qui tape ‣ 8h10 ‣ balances ‣ all good • chaleur • rangement • discussion guitare avec tekos • vrai café enfin • balade sur le site • rizières • vue panoramique • montagnes • collines • on se croirait dans un pub taureau ailé air pur • bronzage • ne rien faire • kiffer • Oji revient • discussion bouquins • Murakami • Bukowski • films français • Yelli crevée repos sous le banc • pepsi • sandwichs • cahouètes • filage concert • setliste • reprise Beatles • intros • calage volume des tracks • se mettre à l’ombre • on prend des photos Lomo • paysage de carte postale • H-1 avant show • interview pour une marque de whisky • briefing de l’intervieweuse • voici la première question que je vais vous poser • « est-il important pour vous de rester honnête ? » • je réponds: « désolé mais je ne peux pas être honnête en répondant à une marque de whisky » • du coup je zappe l’itw • Yelli est ok que je ne participe pas • on oublie avec un thé chai • amphithéâtre naturel dans vallée • on joue là bientôt • petite pression quand même • herbe au sol • groupe d’avant en retard • stage manager vénère pour ça • il nous demande de jouer plus tôt • loges • journalistes • photos Yelli en djellaba ‣ Jimmy t-shirt Black Flag chemise tye & die ‣ Yelli petit pipi ‣ entrée scène imminente ‣ applaudissements chaleureux ‣ blindé de monde ‣ on envoie ‣ ça tape dans les mains assis ‣ gens au look hippie qui dansent en transe ‣ « Ghardaïa » met le feu ‣ « La Terre » enjaille ‣ les gens se lèvent ‣ ça danse ‣ « We love you » ‣ Yelli enflamme le public en introduisant les chansons ‣ stand-up ‣ danses ‣ sourires

Regards profonds et sincères ‣ sortie de scène pour moi ‣ Yelli captive en solo avec « Dunit Tentar » et « Yemma ‣ « her voice.. wow » me dit-on dans les loges ‣ retour scène ‣ Yelli : « Do you wanna speak french? » ‣ « Liberté » ‣ public debout qui chante Libertay Libertay ‣ encore 2 chansons « Hnifa » plane comme le drone caméra au-dessus de nous ‣ reverb à fond ‣ dreamy ‣ fin du set ‣ « WE WANT MORE, WE WANT MORE » ‣ on a joué 45mn ‣ stage manager qui en veut plus ‣ c’est le dernier concert sur cette scène ‣ « Help me » ‣ Beatles ‣ répété 1h avant pour ma part ‣ ça chante à tue-tête ‣ sortie scène ‣ ENCORE ENCORE ‣ rappel ‣ re-« Ghardaïa » ‣ tout le monde debout ‣ et là ‣ chair de poule quand j’y pense encore ‣ dernière chanson ‣ re-«Liberté » à la demande du public ‣ Yelli punk as fuck ‣ dans le Pit ‣ pieds nus Djellaba ‣ tout le monde saute autour d’elle ‣ euphorie ‣ amour pur bras en l’air ‣ partage ‣ passion ‣ #onfaitpasçapourrien ‣ foule en délire ‣ extase ‣ ça exulte ‣ sortie de scène ‣ tout va vite • demande d’interview • tapes sur l’épaule • « you were so great » « can I take a picture with you? » • « I have a festival in Goa » • « you have to play in my city » • ranger le matos • faire gaffe au matos • la course • petit couple trop mignon qui nous donne du thé maison • photos avec les gens • 1h avant trajet retour juste après le show • photos • tout le monde nous interpelle • congratule • remercie • complimente • focus • récupérer le cachet du soir • interview • séance photos • sourires • trop envie d’une bière on court un peu • à droite • à gauche • on nous dit de nous dépêcher euphorie • état second • on arrive au bar • plus de sous sur le cashless • prennent pas le cash • fuck • fans qui nous payent des rebi • quelqu’un passe avec des cornes du diable qui brillent en rouge dans la nuit • un signe? • rendez-vous avec la prod du fest • super humeur • 25000 roupies • 300 balles en gros • beaucoup pour l’Inde traverser le site • coups de fil runner qui nous ramène à la gare de train • câlin avec nos nouveaux.elles ami(e)s • sac goodies • vin de kiwi • bouteille de whisky du sponsor • shot anti-gueule de bois chimique • stickers • tout ça dans un tote bar cousu maison • rien à bouffer mais pas grave « ne donnez pas à boire au driver » • pas mal celle-là! • GOGOGO • 4h de route • on boit des bières dans la caisse • driver OK • we are evil • faut bien redescendre • ça gigote nids de poule • envie de pisser après 30mn de route • Yelli aussi • chauffeur pisse aussi •

Shot whisky • bière • re-arrêt pipi embouteillages dans la cambrousse • cause bus avec pneu crevé • on mate les stories de notre show • on kiffe • gros carton à ce qu’on voit • faim • bouiboui dans bled de chez bled • dévisage de visage • table au fond • chaleur 8 assiettes • super copieux • super spicy • clope à la hâte • jalapenos riz • légumes • champignons • dahl • chapati • curry • sauce au yaourt • 10 mn chrono • faut repartir • palais en feu • vin kiwi dégueu Yelli dort • Jimmy mate les lumières de la nuit • musique indienne à la radio • Kishore Kumar • « Panna Ki Tamanna » • Yelli must pee • je l’appelle la Lucky Luke du pipi • revient pas • what? • trop de voitures l’empêchent? • zieutage • je la vois dans un fossé • juste la teutè qui dépasse • « je suis tombée de haut » • elle me dit • « -Quoi? » • « -J’ai fait une chute, je me suis sentie tombée » • a pas vu le trou au bord de la route • tête la première • balafre • a flippé sa maman • main saignante en forme de steak • « J’étais tellement high après le climax du show que je suis bien redescendue » • whisky • longue route • musique hindi pause clope • gare de train • 36°C à 22h • tout le monde nous regarde mais pas méchamment • juste curieux • trou paumé • 2 français habillés avec deux guitares • saltimbanques • on sue • chiens • chats • souris ventilos extérieurs • au bout de notre vie au bout du monde • crevés • pression qui retombe • pas la chaleur • ennui • Yelli se fait embrouiller par un flic • mini-épicerie qui ouvre 30mn avant le train • rien d’autre à faire que d’acheter un snack • chips fromage • bouteilles d’eau • vérifier le bouchon • maladie du renard • bien scellé, ça va • 1l cul-sec • pas d’alcool à vendre • attente billet qui indique AC 1A • signifie wagon avec clim (AC) • train de 00h00 qui arrive • wagon 2e classe blindé • comme du bétail • gens debouts dans le wagon • chaleur • pauvreté • faire tout le quai avec le matos pour trouver le wagon • en nage • 20kg sur le dos • guitare flightcase lourde • sac à dos sur le torse qui tient chaud • on court • peur de rater le train • donc le concert du lendemain et l’avion du surlendemain • putain • faire demi-tour au bout du quai refaire tout le quai dans l’autre sens en courant • 20 wagons au moins • train qui se met en route • FUCK • dernier wagon du quai • les blancs becs qui courent • porte d’entrée étroite • train qui roule • on rentre • ouf • enlever le sac à dos • gens qui attendent debout dans le train • four • stress • fatigue • parano • garder son unique main dispo sur le portefeuille ou son téléphone? • dilemne • on avance • cabine en couple libre • unbelibebol • 2 couchettes • juste Yelli Yelli • nous • on nous avait prévenus woman: beware! • Delhi ville du viol

Toujours rester à côté de Yelli • sista • copine depuis 22 ans • Milkymee • Riot Grrrl • Suède • folk • tournées • Yelli Yelli • retour aux origines • coup de fil 2020 • « Tu veux jouer avec moi sur scène? » of course • Trianon complet • première partie de Piers Faccini • des Têtes Raides • Hooverphonic • les Trans • Rush festival en boucle sur France Inter • musique de film composée ensemble • résidence Pologne • tournées • radios • début juillet • SMS jour de canicule • à la campagne dans maison de mes grands parents • volets fermés car 38°C • « Jimmy, tu veux jouer en Inde? » « -C’est où l’Indre »? • « Je connais pas tous mes départements » «-T’est con, en Inde, le pays, fin septembre » • « -On paye pas les billets? » • « -Nan, ça te dit? » • of course • toujours rêvé d’y aller • mini-statue de Saraswati à la maison • déesse des arts et de la connaissance • un signe • il fallait que j’aille en Inde • je confirme à Yelli ma dispo • Voulez vous danser • notre booker organise ça • Adrien • Pascale • Marie • Merci • 1 mois avant • trop de questions • vaccins? • visa ? • palu? • médocs • guitares soute ou cabine ? • un mois d’aller retour de mails • visas reçus la veille • ouf • flippé de ne pas partir • feuille de route de tournée reçue le jour même • ma pote à Delhi me dit que la dernière minute est courante ici • retour au wagon couchette • s’étaler sur la couchette • j’en peux plus • en nage plus de force • fermer les yeux • 6h du mat’ • eyes wide open • Yelli déjà réveillée • dort peu • insomniaque pour mieux croquer la vie I’ll sleep when I die petit dej’ cahouètes benenuts et pommes ramenés de France • interdit de manger fruits et légumes crus dans la rue • on arrive à Guwahati • pas réveillé • est-ce que le local manager bourré de l’autre fois sera à l’heure sera là? • adresse de l’hôtel dans le téléphone • feuille de route • taxi • le mec qui devrait nous accueillir même pas là • balek • on trace • 36°C à 8h du mat’ pas de clim • fenêtres ouvertes • pollution • odeurs enivrantes • catalysées par la chaleur • traffic • embouteillages comme d’ab’ • 9h à l’hôtel • le manager local est injoignable • répond pas • « -2 chambres pour Yelli Yelli » • « -Non, pas de réservation » • shit • « -David organizes the show tonight » • « -Ohh Daaavid ?» • Yes • c’est lui qui programme ce soir • l’hôtel connaît son nom • coup de fil • il arrive • premier contact super • « Do you wanna breakfast? » • « Yes, thank you! » • oeufs durs • galettes • dahl • boules coco indiennes • spicy • « kofi? » • « -Yes, black » • résultat café au lait • mettent du lait partout • chambres prêtes dans 30 mn • fait chaud • clim • début du rhume • mal de gorge • une chambre prête • la seconde est prête mais en fait vient d’être lavé • lac de flotte • geek time à deux dans ma piaule • Yelli inondée de photos et vidéos du festival • siesta excité • Guwahati • 41°c • ça monte • on est au ralenti • taxi • direction fancy bazaar • chars avec statues pour la fête des lumières klaxons • on sort du taco • four extérieur • sauna

Cerveau en feu • explosion d’odeurs • fleurs • nourriture • égouts • citrons verts • souk • marché aux puces • bazar • besoin de café • black coffee please • no milk no sugar pleazzz • café au lait sucré • lol • comique de répétition • je redemande café noir • finalement je l’obtiens • nescafé lyophilisé • americano • pas ouf • faim • fait sacrément chaud • t-shirt sans manche trempé • cheveux aussi • Yelli me dit « Reste à côté de moi » • tout le monde nous mate • on nous avait prévenu(e)s • pas de crainte • les indiens sont juste surpris on est exotiques pour eux • on marche à deux de tens’ • banderoles glitter accrochées à 3m de hauteur • petites allées • vélo charette taxi attention toujours rester sur le côté • beaucoup de bruit • tout est extrême en Inde • en tout cas dans les grandes villes • fournaise • on a la dahl • affiche restau dans la rue • premier étage • korma légumes riz cumin divin • paneer • butter massala • naan • soda • on est bien chiottes turques qui puent • 20°C de différence entre restau et dehors direction magasin de musique • juste pour voir • regards médusés sur nous • « Vous jouez ce soir? Asseyez vous » • on me serre la main pendant 1 minute au mois • « Prenez le temps » • « We are all differents but one same together » • chaleur qui fait bouillir le cerveau • impossible de réfléchir • faut bouger • vite • voir la mer • enfin le fleuve qui fait 5 km de large • rues bondées • chanteur aveugle dans la rue • chemin des fleurs • « Où sommes nous? » • Yelli achète un parfum à un petit revendeur • compréhension difficile

Car anglais parlé avec un fort accent • on avance • lentement • boulevard blindé • impossible de traverser pour voir le fleuve • on renonce • tuk-tulk • objectif • aller voir la salle de concert de ce soir • enfin le bar • on joue dans un centre commercial • il paraît • jamais fait ça de ma vie • 5e étage • food court • temple de la consommation • merdouilles pour briller • mais où? • le lieu de concert est une micro-brasserie restau • bien propret • retour au bercail • hôtel • la chaleur me tue • deuxième sieste téléphone qui sonne dans la chambre • qu’est ce qui se passe? • la standardiste qui me demande • David le programmateur de la soirée est là et nous attend • je m’habille • 3mn • je descends • je prends les instruments ne rien oublier • vu qu’il fait chaud • et que tout prend du temps quand il fait chaud • tête dans le cul • c’est parti • on marche 5mn jusqu’au mall • traverser les galeries Lafayette locales avec ses guitares et son matos • quelle ironie • regard des badauds • groupe folklorique qui joue dans le hall du centre commercial ascenseur • hôtesse d’accueil du bar • discussion pas facile en anglais cause accent • boisson gratos? • repas gratos? • on comprend rien • balances à l’arrache ‣ j’avais vu l’ampli Marshall de loin ‣ premier ampli que j’ai eu à 15 ans ‣ pourri de loin ‣ pourri de près ‣ l’ampli du Ziro festival m’a enivré ‣ tant pis ‣ câbles micros trop courts ‣ câbles partout tout court ‣ pied de micro trop petit ‣ petite scène ‣ carte son de Yelli prête à tomber du stand clavier ‣ bricolage à l’arrache à l’envers ‣ ça promet ‣ « Voici vos In-ear » ‣ des oreillettes pour entendre nos instruments on est trop punk ‣ on dit non ‣ pas à l’aise ‣ ça coupe du monde autour ‣ cherche pas mec ‣ on creuse pas avec l’ingé son ‣ son de guitare pourri ‣ encore plus de câbles ‣ plus de serveurs que de clients • on vient ici pour manger • en même temps on n’est pas connus • trop contents d’avoir cette date quand même • les français aiment bien se plaindre • à jeûn • faim • délicieuse bière locale • pas trop boire avant le concert • je propose des images de fond de scène de souk et de petits bled algériens • ce soir on nous demande 2 sets avec entracte • on revoit la setliste • 20h30 on commence ‣ on s’entend pas ‣ l’ingé son est parti aller manger ‣ fin de chanson ‣ une personne applaudit ‣ on se sent seuls mais on s’en fiche ‣ on donne tout • l’ingé son revient avec son burger ‣ trop faim sur scène ‣ on saute ‣ on danse fin du set ‣ ça applaudit mollement ‣ couples assis qui bougent un peu la tête avec leur assiette de frites ‣ on torche le deuxième set ‣ ça applaudi un peu ‣ balek ‣ teletransportation to Ziro please ‣ regarder le public un à un comme à Ziro ‣ s’évader ‣ vivre sa vie ‣ fin de set • bière • mezze libanais succulents gratos finalement • pain fourrés haricots noirs • boule fourrée au fromage rose • fromage pané • au bout d’un moment le serveur nous fait comprendre que la bière n’est pas gratos à volonté • David revient • il accueillait un groupe rock connu à l’autre bout de la ville • on récup l’enveloppe du cachet • accolades amicales • on se casse • escorté par un serveur • sortie par les parkings souterrains • minuit • chaleur • terrasse 4e étage • bar fancy

Dernière bière qui sert à rien • épuisé • gros câlin avec Yelli • expérience folle • 2h de dodo • taxi aéroport 45mn en retard • fuck • le chauffeur trace • me fait raquer sans rien vouloir savoir car il est 3h du mat’ • bras chargés • passeports • problème de first name et last name • je leur dit que je suis musicien et que je dois aller faire une date à Delhi ce soir • check-in • bagage aux rayons X • vignette validation bagages ouf je négocie la guitare en cabine avec moi Guwahati > Delhi > CDG >Ivry • 7000 bornes • arrivée Delhi • 4 aérogares • lost • bus de 30mn jusqu’au prochain transfert • une bonne marche de 20mn pour aller aux départs • accueil flic • numéro de réservation pas bon car pas bon nom dessus • re-guichet avec tous les bagages • je parle de Ziro Festival • ils connaissent pas • finalement je passe • se retrouver encore sans rien sur soi au moment du check bagages • avec sa petite barquette avec papiers et fric qui part au loin • trop de monde partout • petites snack lentilles grillées masala goût oeuf pourri • je me pose dans l’avion • aussi vieux qu’à l’aller • la télécommande fonctionne les films aussi • « Manchester by the Sea » • un James Bond naze • M.I.A • « Double bubble trouble » • dodo • repas • café • montagnes de l’Himalaya au loin • majestueuses • dodo • on arrive dans 1h • arrivée Panam • bagages ok • je me trace • et là le meilleur • pas de RER • ahahaha • bus jusqu’à Mitry • dimanche soir • pluie • 16°C • au top • RER jusqu’à Gentilly • j’y ai bossé 15 ans • mon amour Anna vient me chercher • sourire comme là-bas • vite organiser la prochaine tournée • en 2023 ? • rêver de Goa • Bombay • Calcutta • Jaipur • prochaines dates Yelli: Vitry sur Seine avec Goran Bregovic et Cherbourg avec Herman Düne qui a bercé ma jeunesse • qui a aussi bercé celle de Denis du Pop Iin à qui je dédie ses mots • il aurait pu être indien tellement son coeur était gros • ne jamais l’oublier • la pluie • le froid • aller manger indien en France avec sa chérie • voir les ami(e)s • la famille • partager • offrir • aider • aimer • défendre ses idées • ne pas laisser tomber • rêver • • • • •

VIVRE

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1962dude420-blog · 3 years

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Today we remember the passing of Daniel Johnston who Died: September 11, 2019 in Waller, Texas

Daniel Dale Johnston (January 22, 1961 – c. September 11, 2019) was an American singer-songwriter and visual artist regarded as a significant figure in outsider, lo-fi, and alternative music scenes. Most of his work consisted of cassettes recorded alone in his home, and his music was frequently cited for its "pure" and "childlike" qualities.

Johnston spent extended periods in psychiatric institutions and was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. He gathered a local following in the 1980s by passing out tapes of his music while working at a McDonald's in Dobie Center in Austin, Texas. His cult status was propelled when Nirvana's Kurt Cobain was seen wearing a T-shirt that featured artwork from Johnston's 1983 cassette album Hi, How Are You.

Beyond music, Johnston was accomplished as a visual artist, with his illustrations exhibited at various galleries around the world. His struggles with mental illness were the subject of the 2005 documentary The Devil and Daniel Johnston. He died in 2019 of what is suspected to have been a heart attack.

Johnston was born in Sacramento, California, and grew up in New Cumberland, West Virginia. He was the youngest of five children of William Dale "Bill" Johnston (1922–2017) and Mabel Ruth Voyles Johnston (1923–2010). He began recording music in the late 1970s on a $59 Sanyo monaural boombox, singing and playing piano as well as the chord organ. Following graduation from Oak Glen High School, Johnston spent a few weeks at Abilene Christian University in West Texas before dropping out. He later attended the art program at Kent State University, East Liverpool, during which he recorded Songs of Pain and More Songs of Pain.

When Johnston moved to Austin, Texas, he began to attract the attention of the local press and gained a following augmented in numbers by his habit of handing out tapes to people he met. Live performances were well-attended and hotly anticipated. His local standing led to him being featured in a 1985 episode of the MTV program The Cutting Edge featuring performers from Austin's "New Sincerity" music scene.

In 1988, Johnston visited New York City and recorded 1990 with producer Mark Kramer at his Noise New York studio. This was Johnston's first experience in a professional recording environment after a decade of releasing home-made cassette recordings. His mental health further deteriorated during the making of 1990. In 1989, Johnston released the album It's Spooky in collaboration with singer Jad Fair of the band Half Japanese.

In 1990, Johnston played at a music festival in Austin, Texas. On the way back to West Virginia on a private two-seater plane piloted by his father Bill, Johnston had a manic psychotic episode; believing he was Casper the Friendly Ghost, Johnston removed the key from the plane's ignition and threw it outside. His father, a former U.S. Air Force pilot, managed to successfully crash-land the plane, even though "there was nothing down there but trees". Although the plane was destroyed, Johnston and his father emerged with only minor injuries. As a result of this episode, Johnston was involuntarily committed to a mental hospital.

Interest in Johnston increased when Kurt Cobain was frequently photographed wearing a T-shirt featuring the cover image of Johnston's album Hi, How Are You that music journalist Everett True gave him. Cobain listed Yip/Jump Music as one of his favorite albums in his journal in 1993. In spite of Johnston being resident in a mental hospital at the time, there was a bidding war to sign him. He refused to sign a multi-album deal with Elektra Records because Metallica was on the label's roster and he was convinced that they were Satanic and would hurt him, also dropping his longtime manager, Jeff Tartakov, in the process. Ultimately he signed with Atlantic Records in February 1994 and that September released Fun, produced by Paul Leary of Butthole Surfers. It was a commercial failure. In June 1996, Atlantic dropped Johnston from the label.

In 1993, the Sound Exchange record store in Austin, Texas, commissioned Johnston to paint a mural of the Hi, How Are You? frog (also known as "Jeremiah the Innocent") from the album's cover. After the record store closed in 2003, the building remained unoccupied until 2004 when the Mexican grill franchise Baja Fresh took ownership and decided that they would remove the wall that held the mural. A group of people who lived in the neighborhood convinced the managers and contractors to keep the mural intact. In 2018, the building housed a Thai restaurant called "Thai, How Are You". Thai How Are You permanently closed in January 2020. The building remains empty

In 2004, he released The Late Great Daniel Johnston: Discovered Covered, a two-disc compilation. The first disc featured covers of his songs by artists including Tom Waits, Beck, TV on the Radio, Jad Fair, Eels, Bright Eyes, Calvin Johnson, Death Cab for Cutie, Sparklehorse, Mercury Rev, The Flaming Lips and Starlight Mints, with the second disc featuring Johnston's original recordings of the songs. In 2005, Texas-based theater company Infernal Bridegroom Productions received a Multi-Arts Production/MAP Fund grant to work with Johnston to create a rock opera based on his music, titled Speeding Motorcycle.

In 2006, Jeff Feuerzeig released a documentary about Johnston, The Devil and Daniel Johnston; the film, four years in the making, collated some of the vast amount of recorded material Johnston (and in some case, others) had produced over the years to portray his life and music. The film won high praise, receiving the Director's Award at the 2005 Sundance Film Festival. The film also inspired more interest in Johnston's work, and increased his prestige as a touring artist. In 2006, Johnston's label, Eternal Yip Eye Music, released his first greatest-hits compilation, Welcome to My World.

Through the next few years Johnston toured extensively across the world, and continued to attract press attention. His artwork was shown in galleries such as in London's Aquarium Gallery, New York's Clementine Gallery and at the Liverpool Biennial in 2006 and 2008, and in 2009, his work was exhibited at "The Museum of Love" at Verge Gallery in Sacramento, California. In 2008, Dick Johnston, Johnston's brother and manager, revealed that "a movie deal based on the artist's life and music had been finalized with a tentative 2011 release." He also said that a deal had been struck with the Converse company for a "signature series" Daniel Johnston shoe. Later, it was revealed by Dick Johnston that Converse had dropped the plan. In early 2008, a Jeremiah the Innocent collectible figurine was released in limited runs of four different colors. Later in the year, Adjustable Productions released Johnston's first concert DVD, The Angel and Daniel Johnston – Live at the Union Chapel, featuring a 2007 appearance in Islington, London.

Is and Always Was was released on October 6, 2009, on Eternal Yip Eye Music. In 2009, it was announced that Matt Groening had chosen Johnston to perform at the edition of the All Tomorrow's Parties festival that he curated in May 2010, in Minehead, England. Also that year, Dr. Fun Fun and Smashing Studios developed an iPhone platform game called Hi, How Are You. The game is similar to Frogger, but features Johnston's art and music. Johnston played it during its development and liked it, although he was not familiar with the iPhone.

On March 13, 2012, Johnston released his first comic book, Space Ducks – An Infinite Comic Book of Musical Greatness at SXSW, published by BOOM! Studios. The comic book ties-in with the Space Ducks album and an iOS app. Johnston collaborated with skateboarding and clothing company Supreme on numerous collections (consisting of clothing and various accessories) showcasing his artwork.

On March 1, 2012, Brooklyn-based photographer Jung Kim announced her photo book and traveling exhibition project with Johnston titled DANIEL JOHNSTON: here, a collaboration that began in 2008 when Kim first met Johnston and began photographing him on the road and at his home in Waller, Texas. On March 13, 2013, this photography book was published, featuring five years of documentation on Johnston. The opening exhibition at SXSW festival featured a special performance by Johnston along with tribute performances led by Jason Sebastian Russo formerly of Mercury Rev. The second exhibition ran in May and June 2013 in London, England, and featured a special performance by Johnston along with tribute performances by the UK band Charlie Boyer and the Voyeurs with Steffan Halperin of the Klaxons. On October 10, 2013, Jason Pierce of Spiritualized hosted the New York City opening of the exhibition, which included special tribute performances led by Pierce and Glen Hansard of The Swell Season and The Frames.

In November 2015, Hi, How Are You Daniel Johnston?, a short documentary about Johnston's life, was released featuring Johnston as his 2015 self and Gabriel Sunday of Archie's Final Project as Johnston's 1983 self. The executive producers for the film included Lana Del Rey and Mac Miller.

In July 2017, Johnston announced that he would be retiring from live performance and would embark on a final five-date tour that fall. Each stop on the tour featured Johnston backed by a group that had been influenced by his music: The Preservation All-Stars in New Orleans, The Districts and Modern Baseball in Philadelphia, Jeff Tweedy in Chicago, and Built to Spill for the final two dates in Portland and Vancouver.

On September 11, 2019, Johnston was found dead from a suspected heart attack at his home in Waller, Texas, a day after he was released from the hospital for unspecified kidney problems. It is believed that he died overnight.

#September 11 #2019 #R.I.P.#Daniel Johnston

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notyetneedcoffee · 5 years

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Blocked Number

Part Three of the Calling Series

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Violence, including past domestic violence, stalker behavior

* * *

The phone tucked into the seat beside you vibrated. None of your colleagues noticed as they discussed the latest news over prime rib sandwiches and cobb salads. Pulling the device up enough to see the screen, you fought to keep your face neutral.

A ‘Thinking of you’ text was followed a picture of Bucky’s wrist disappearing into the waistband of his generously tented sweatpants.

He knew your lunch today would be with work friends. You’d discussed it last night when he called. The team was on an assignment in Japan at the moment so it had to be close to two o’clock in the morning there. Bucky planned this. The shit.

Another buzz. You looked down. ‘You’d better respond, Doll.’ the message said. ‘Or I’ll have F.R.I.D.A.Y. override the silent feature on your phone.’ The small video attached showed just a close up him stroking himself.

You shifted in your seat, thighs rubbing together. Damn him.

Holding your phone in your lap you sent back, ‘Asshole. You know I’m in public. I fucking miss you.'

‘I want to bury my face between your legs.’ Came the immediate response.

‘You’re making me wet.’

‘I’ll make you scream when I suck on that tasty cunt.’

“Y/N, is everything okay?” You jumped when Jackie drew your attention.

You could feel your face redden. “Sorry. I, uh, I just got some classified information that I have to deal with. Would you excuse me for just a minute?”

The phone buzzed in your hand twice before you made it to the alcove by the bathrooms.

‘Tell me how wet you are.’

‘I need an answer, Dollface.’

You responded, ‘So excited I had to leave the table. Damn you.’

A moment passed before another video clip came through. His metal hand was lubed up and glistening, cock pumping in his tight grip. You felt your panties flood. Damn that was gorgeous. You dared turn the volume up just enough to hear him moan your name. Fuck.

You leaned a little closer into the dark corner, tapping away at your phone. ‘So. Fucking. Hot. Just want to come all over you.’

‘Tell me.’

A wicked smile crossed your face. ‘Can’t wait for you stretch me open and sink your cock in me. Will you be able to wait until we’re home or will you just fuck me in hanger as soon as you arrive?’

‘Hanger.’

‘Fuck, yes. Just press me against the wall and fuck me hard. Don’t care who hears. I want your cock in me. Make me scream.’

‘Yes. Need you. Dnt care wo seees. Your mine.’ His fingers lost dexterity.

Smiling, you imagined every move. ‘Yours. Fucking pound me. Want it so bad. Make me come all over you. Fuck yes. Come for me.’

Staring at the screen you could feel the slick between your legs. Damn.

‘Damn, Doll. I think I need a bath towel to clean myself up.’

‘Lol. Happy to help, except now I’m dripping.’

‘Yum.’

‘You’re going to make up for this when you get back tomorrow.’ You smirked at the phone.

‘Without a doubt. I know I’ve got the best dame on the planet,’ came his reply. Mind blowing great sexual connection aside, you’d never been with a man who treated you with the respect and reverence that Bucky did. He showed it in actions and told you in his words. It may not be traditional, but it was damn special.

‘Can’t wait to see you.’

‘Go eat lunch and try to act like a good girl. Leave that pussy wet for me.’

‘Asshole.’

‘Miss you too’

* * *

Popping into a little bakery on the way back from a quick trip to pick out some new shoes, you decided to grab something to have on hand when Bucky got back. While you waited for the plum tarts to be boxed up your phone rang with an unfamiliar number.

“Dr. Y/L/N”

“You went back to your maiden name.”

The shopping bag hit the floor. Your eyes darted around. All the other patrons and the two people behind the counter looked curiously back at you. Bending over slowly to pick up the bag, you turned toward the wall.

Taking a calming breath, trying to keep the panic from your voice, you finally responded. “How did you get this number? You’re not allowed to call me.”

“Oh, didn’t you hear. I’m out.”

Bile rose in your throat.

“What’s the matter? Haven’t you missed me?”

You hung up the phone. A hand touched your shoulder. You jumped, letting out a choked gasp. The kindly looking woman held both her hands up. “Sorry to startle you, dear. You alright?”

“Fine. Thank you.”

“Ma’am. Here’s your order.” The kid behind the counter handed the box to you.

“Thanks.” You shuffled out of the way. Before leaving the you took the opportunity to block the unknown number from your phone. That voice need never be heard again.

The walk back to the tower happened in record time. Weaving between people, keeping a sharp eye out for a face burned into your memory, you just wanted to be in the safe confines of Bucky’s apartment.

You were in the elevator, leaning back against the cool brushed steel wall, when your phone buzzed. The text message read, ‘It won’t be as easy as blocking a number. You should know better.’

“Fuck.” Tears burned your eyes, but you fought them back. No, he does not get to play these sick games. You blew by the empty common areas and straight to the apartment. Not pausing to put anything away, you pulled up both numbers and searched the area codes, one from Denver and one from Eugene. Great.

As the night went on, you received picture of the motel in Santa Cruz where you first slept together from a phone with a Phoenix area code. You blocked it. You got a text message as you brushed your teeth with the lyrics of the Guns N’ Roses song he’d sing whenever he’d get drunk. You blocked that number from Tulsa. As you were lying in bed, wearing Bucky’s shirt and holding his pillow to your chest, you receive the texted picture of an avocado green bathtub. Stomach roiling, remembering a tub like that covered in your blood from the beating. Your fingers shook when you blocked the New York City number.

* * *

Bucky opened the door silently at a quarter to four, fully expecting you to be sound asleep. Instead, he caught you up in his arms as you flew over the back of the sofa. His duffel hit the floor and he laughed.

“Hey, Doll.” He squeezed you tight. When you didn’t let go right away, he pushed you back. Cupping your face in his warm palm, blue eyes studied you carefully. “You okay?”

Nodding, you did your best to smile as you lied. “I just had a bad dream and couldn’t go back to sleep. I’m so happy you’re back.”

He stared a bit longer, doubt gnawing at his gut. He saw the fear in your face, knew there was something you didn’t want to say. But he didn’t talk about his nightmares either. So, he just kissed you slowly, thoroughly.

You’d spent hours agonizing over what to tell Bucky. You didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to admit who you were back then. The thought of him looking at you as weak or stupid; it would be unbearable. That bastard just got off on scaring you. It was likely all a bluff anyway.

Still, sleep eluded you all night. So, when Bucky took you to bed, instinctively being attentive and gentle as he worshiped your body, releasing all your tension and finally wrapping you in the safe cocoon of his arm, you fell into a deep sleep.

He watched you, wishing he knew what was wrong.

A while later, just as his eyes began to drift close a buzz drew his attention. Your phone vibrated. He picked it up. From the lock screen he saw multiple call attempts from multiple different blocked numbers. Alarms went off in his head. What the hell?

He debated rolling you over and seeing if the facial recognition worked on your sleeping face, but he decided if there was a problem, he would rather have better resources. Looking at your sleeping face, Bucky just didn’t understand why you weren’t saying anything.

* * *

Having the day off, you slept in and Bucky got up to make you coffee. After pulling on your favorite tee shirt of his and a pair of boy shorts, you curled on the sofa with the remote. You left your phone in the bedroom, Bucky noticed. It wasn’t normal for you.

“Doll,” Bucky looked at his own phone. “Do you have anything important going on the first week of October?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

He gave you a coy smile over his coffee mug. “Don’t be nosy. Could you be free if you needed to be or not?”

“Let me see.” You disappeared into the bedroom with a grin on your face. When you flipped your phone over seeing more attempts from the last blocked numbers, and a new texted photo. A 1998 4Runner, just like the one he crashed into your Honda. You blocked the number and put the phone screen down on the nightstand.

“Well?” Bucky asked from the door.

“Um.” You swallowed, realizing you never looked. “That week is great.” You plastered a smile on your face, “I’m going hop in the shower.”

He watched you go, face falling. Damn. The alarm bells in his head were increasing to full on klaxons. Throwing on jeans and a tee shirt, Bucky popped his head in the shower. “Y/N, I’m running down to clear my gear. It’s only going take a couple minutes. Do you want me to bring breakfast back here or do you want to go out?”

“Can we just hang out here?”

“Anything you want, Doll.” You kissed him, soaking his face. He only grinned. “I’ll be right back”

Bucky left, heading straight to Natasha’s door. “Barnes.”

“I need your help.”

“With?”

“I think someone is harassing Y/N. I need to see her phone records.” When her eyebrow arched, he continued. “Every instinct I have says she scared and she’s not telling me for some reason.”

“You might not like the answer.”

“Don’t care. Here safety is more important.”

“Good answer.” She held the door open more. “Get in here.”

Within minutes Nat had multiple numbers, text messages, and time of the brief phone call the day before. “You’re right, Bucky. Something is up. They’re all burner phones. They were all bought with cash or cash cards. All the calls did ping off towers in Manhattan though.”

“What do all the texts mean?”

“You could ask her.” Bucky scowled in response. Nat sighed. “Or... F.R.I.D.A.Y., please perform a confidential analysis protocol Romanoff Beta Zulu Four Six Alpha.”

“Proceed.”

“Please run an analysis of the blocked calls and messages of Y/N’s phone from the last 24 hours and cross reference with her profile for any correlation.”

It only took a moment. “There is an 87% probability the messages are originating from Dr. Y/L/N’s ex-Husband, Richard Vance. There is a 98% probability the message are pertaining to Richard Vance.”

“Explain.” Bucky ground out through a clenched jaw.

“According to police and court files the images in the text messages correspond to the cases of assault filed by Dr. Y/L/N. The California State Department of Corrections reports Mr. Vance has been released to supervised living facility but failed to report back after work release seventeen days ago.”

“Cases.” Bucky closed his eyes. He wanted to break something. “As in plural.”

“Yes, Seargeant.”

“Shit.” Nat huffed angrily.

Bucky opened his eyes, wishing he hadn’t. The case files filled the screen, including the pictures taken of you at the hospital. Black eyes, split lip, bruised jaw. Other pictures show bruised ribs, defensive marks on your hands and arms.

“Where is he?”

“Barnes, if you...”

“Traffic cameras have identified him 16 time around the W 42nd Street area in the last 72 hours.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied.

“Thanks.” Bucky turned to leave.

“Barnes.” Nat grabbed his arm. “Has she told you about any of this?”

“No” His chest tightened. He should have known.

“Listen, tread carefully. She’s likely...”

“Scared? Yeah. I get that. I intend on fixin’ it.” Bucky growled.

“No, ashamed.” Natasha sighed. When he just stared at her, she continued. “Aside from the guilt of what you did, what is the worse thing about your time under Hydra? How many times have you told yourself you should have been stronger, should have fought against it harder, should have broke free sooner? I get you want to kill that bastard. I’d help you. But you need to push that shit down for her sake. You need to help her, not feed your need for revenge.”

Bucky nodded in silent agreement, leaving without another word. The walk back to the apartment took longer than expected. He kept having to stop, suddenly not able to breathe. That bastard hurt you and now he was taunting you. Bucky felt the Soldier surge, wanting to commit cold blooded murder.

Opening the door, he suddenly remembered breakfast. He never stopped at the kitchen to get anything. It didn’t matter. He found you sitting on the edge of the bed in a towel, tears streaking your face. A dent marred the wall and your broken phone littered the floor.

“Y/N.” Bucky approached slowly, quietly, dropping to his knees before you. “Dollface, tell me. Please.”

“My ex is out of prison. They were supposed to let me know. They didn’t. He...” Tears filled your eyes again. “I should have never gotten mixed up with him.”

His hands cupped your face. Full soft lips pressed against your cheeks, your forehead. “Is he scaring you? Threatening you? In any way?”

“I don’t want you in trouble.” A sob broke from your chest.

Something snapped. Bucky bolted from the room, leaving you gasping. Shit. Grasping the towel around yourself you dashed after him. However, he was long gone. The door down the hall opened, Steve’s head popping out. Another sob, escaped. There was hope.

Rushing forward you grabbed Steve’s shirt. “Buck is going to kill him.”

Just then Nat turned the corner from the common area. “Y/N,” She took your hand from his shirt. “I just ran into Barnes. We’ll talk him down. You go get dressed, okay.”

It was all overwhelming. Feeling lost, you just did what she said.

Natasha turned to a very confused Cap. “Come on, Rogers. We have to help Barnes hunt down the asshat that’s threatening her.”

It didn’t take long.

Bucky heard the girl scream from two floors down. His feet carried him the distance before she could take another breath. Busting through the pitiful door, he found a too skinny redhead curled up in the corner under a piece of shit table. Broken glass and spilled beer covered one side of the room.

Bucky grabbed the man by the throat, hauling him off his feet. “Hiya, Dick.”

Steve came in, scooping the woman up and tell her it would be okay. She in turn screamed that “that motherfucker owes me money” despite her bruised jaw. Neither the woman or Vance noticed the female with the phone camera recording everything.

Bucky lowered Vance to his feet, barely. “There’s a bounty on you, Dick. Why would you be stupid enough to come here?”

“None of your fucking business.” Vance tried to strike at Bucky’s face, but got his fingers broke for the effort. He screamed. Then begged when Buck didn’t let go of his hand.

“You gonna try to hit me again, you pansy-ass? I think I’ll hold on to these for now. Why are you here?”

“Looking up an old friend.” He whined.

“Friend? Bullshit.”

“Ow! My ex! Okay! I’m just looking to get in touch with my ex.”

Bucky’s teeth ground together.

“You have a no contact order with Dr. Y/L/N,” came Natasha voice. “You’ll be placed under arrest for breaking the conditions of your release, assault of that woman, breaking your no contact order, attempted assault of federal agent...” Bucky smirked at that stretch of their status. “and credit card fraud.”

“What?!”

About that time several SHIELD agents came in and took him into custody. After he was handcuffed, Bucky leaned in close to growl in his ear. “I’m the assassin that assassins fear. You even think of Y/N again and I will find you. I will take my time killing you. It will be terrifying. It will be beyond painful. No one will ever catch me. No will ever find any proof. And I will have no sympathy. No one hurts what’s mine. Ever. Do you understand?”

Vance went very pale. Bucky smiled, feral, before walking away. Natasha got a little closer. “You’re a lucky son of a bitch.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Doesn’t matter.” She leaned casually against the wall. “You’re just going back to prison. You could have easily end up as human mulch in a landfill. Lucky you.”

“You’re fucking nuts. I’m going to tell my lawyer you’re threatening me.” Vance cowered.

Steve stepped up, Vance getting a good look at Captain America for the first time. “You go right ahead. I’ll be there to tell him about the beat-up woman I pulled out of here, and all the great stuff she told me about how you’ve been stealing credit cards. But you go on and tell them how you’re treated unfairly.”

Down by the SHEILD van, Bucky was on his phone when Steve and Natasha stepped up. He slipped in his pocket. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” Steve’s hand squeezed his shoulder. “You did the right thing.”

“I wanted to break his neck.”

“I know, me too.”

“You better get back.” Nat sighed. “We’ll handle all the red tape.”

“Okay.” He didn’t argue, hopping in the spare car and taking off.

* * *

You stared at the television not really comprehending what was on. Bucky had been gone for hours. A million regrets poured through your mind. All the lost opportunities to tell him the whole truth about your past. How you skirted around the details and glossed over the uglier parts. You’d done it so much in the last five years, it’d just become habit. If anyone deserved to know, if anyone would be supportive, it was Bucky. You felt like you really fucked up.

The Bucky’s text tone buzzed on your phone. ‘Don’t worry, Doll. It’s okay. Be home soon.’

‘Thank heaven. I was so worried.’ You replied.

Then a picture came through. It was a document. You zoomed in. Holy shit. It was a Federal Arrest Filing for Rich. You read through it. They tracked him down and busted him. Sending him back to prison. A knot released in your chest.

Bucky walked in the door as you were reading the final page of the document. Leaping to your feet, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. He held you tight for a moment, before his lips found yours. Foreheads together, he stroked you jaw with his thumb.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you.” Your eye closed against the tears. You didn’t want to cry anymore. “I should have, and I’ll make it right. Anything you want to know.”

“You can tell me anything, absolutely anything. But it’s got to be in your time, in your way. I won’t force it.” His strong hands combed through your hair.

“I thought you’d kill him.”

“Wanted to.” He admitted. “But figured you don’t need to live with that. This way is better.” A wicked smile crossed his face. “Of course, I warned him if he steps out of line, he’ll wish I just killed him quick.”

You had a perverse image of Bucky threatening that dickhead for you and curled closer into his strong body, purring. “My hero.”

That not only filled his chest with pride, but went straight to his cock. Picking you up, he carried you back to the bedroom. He wanted to wipe away any memories of tears. He breathed against your lips. “Damn, Doll. I love you.”

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Cinderella of Chicago Chapter 5: The Alarm

For my good friend Anon who loves Otis, too. Thanks for your patience; this didn’t quite come out how I’d hoped, but OTIS.

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Almost from the moment they met, Brian and Meg knew that there was something special between them. Now, after dating for several months, neither had any doubts. Their relationship was serious. They’d taken their time with sex, and it had been worth the wait. But more than that, they understood each other. They got each other’s jokes, and liked a lot of the same things. Each instinctively knew what the other needed when they’d had a tough shift at work which, given their jobs, could mean anything from sheer physical or emotional exhaustion to psychological distress from the kinds of things they saw in their work.

Sometimes they just needed to laugh, to be distracted. Other times, they needed to pound out their frustrations with exercise or let off steam with a heated battle in one of their games. Comforting each other could mean just providing an opportunity to talk it out, or soothing each other with hugs and kisses. At times, solace took the form of sex, which could be either soft and slow, or hard and frenzied, depending on what they needed. The point was, they’d found in each other a source of strength and calm that allowed them to heal and recharge so that they could go back out and do it again the next day.

Depending on his mood, Brian could be so romantic and emotional in bed that Meg got tears in her eyes. He could also be playful and fun, which was absurdly sexy, too. Brian seldom called Meg anything but “Pupsic”, which is Russian for “baby” and made Meg’s knees weak every time he used it. Meg had never felt for anyone what she felt for Brian.

Even several months in, Brian had trouble going very long without making himself crazy thinking about Meg and how it felt to be with her, and the things she did and said when they were in bed together. As important as that was to him, though, he knew it wasn’t the best part. The best part was the man he was when he was with her. He worked harder, took better care of himself, made better choices, all because he wanted to be worthy of the way she looked at him, the way she felt about him.

They were both seeing forever when they looked at each other. But aside from their feelings, their relationship was usually the opposite of serious. They loved to make each other laugh, and just found each other entertaining in general, no matter what they were doing.

Meg’s family adored Brian, although most of Brian’s family was reserving judgment on Meg. His Baba liked her as soon as Meg tried out the polite Russian phrases Brian had taught her, but his parents thought that Brian was the best and brightest, and had very definite ideas about the woman who could be good enough for their son. A slightly dweeby nurse wasn’t necessarily what they had in mind.

Brian didn’t care what his parents thought, for two reasons. First, Baba was teaching Meg Russian. She’d never done that before with any girl he’d ever brought home. Which meant his parents would, in the end, be overruled. And second, Brian was in love. He hadn’t quite found the courage to tell Meg that yet, but he’d begun to float tiny suggestions about moving in together to see how she would react. They’d figured out how to make their work schedules mesh so that they had more time together, and Brian thought he might be the happiest he’d ever been in his life.

This morning, which promised a lovely spring day, was the beginning of a three-day shift for Brian, which meant a bit of reluctance to part as they kissed good-bye to go their separate ways. They stood next to Brian’s car, hugging and nuzzling before he drove to the firehouse and she took the El to the hospital.

“Have a great day, Milyi,” Meg whispered as she stole one more kiss.

“You, too, Nienaglyadnaya.”

Meg laughed and kissed Brian’s cheek. “Show off.”

She disentangled herself from him, taking a couple steps backward to grin at him before turning around to cross the street.

“Call me when you get a chance,” Brian called after her, smiling from ear to ear.

“I will. Be safe.” She waved while he unlocked the door of his car, whistling.

They exchanged a few texts that day, as always. Brian sent a picture of Mouch and Tuesday asleep together in front of the TV, with the news that Tuesday had learned absolutely nothing at obedience school again that week. He also said he was taking major flak for the asiago chicken pasta he’d made for lunch, which he’d feel bad about, except that there wasn’t a morsel left. Meg, in turn, sent a picture of Maggie pretending to catch Will in a compromising position with a CPR dummy. Brian and Meg had a friendly competition going, each trying to outdo the other in sending the goofiest pictures, and their coworkers had gotten involved so that it was evolving into a photo war: Firehouse 51 vs. Chicago Med ER. The best one so far had been of a line of firefighters, including Chief Boden, taken from outside the Chief’s office with all of their faces smashed up against the glass from the inside. No one had any idea how Brian had convinced Chief Boden to participate, including Chief Boden.

Brian was deep in a comic book when his cell phone played a snippet of the Princess Theme from Battleground Jupiter, which made him smile before he really even thought about it. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, blushing while all the firefighters and paramedics in the common room teased him.

“Privyat, Vozluyblennaya,” he said quietly as he scooted out toward the bunk room.

“You’re killin’ me with that,” Meg purred, smiling into her phone.

“You’re such a sucker! It doesn’t even matter what I say, as long as it’s in Russian. Last night? That was the words to ‘The Star-Spangled Banner’.”

“It still worked for me.”

“I noticed.” Brian’s low, soft laugh made Meg squirm.

Meg giggled. “I just wanted to call and say good night. I used to like my bed, but it’s lonely in here without you now.”

“Count yourself lucky, Pupsik. Cruz made burritos. Lonely beats the hell out of a house full of guys who had refried beans for dinner.”

“Oh. My.”

“Tell me about it.”

They were able to laugh together for about two seconds before Meg could hear the klaxon go off in the firehouse.

“Gotta go. Sweet dreams.”

“Be safe, talk to you tomorrow.”

Meg smiled as she pushed the “end” button and burrowed between her covers. She had been amazed at how warm Brian always felt – too hot, sometimes – but she was so used to snuggling up to his warmth that now, when he was on shift, her bed felt cold. She said a quick prayer for his safety and was half asleep before she finished.

She was awakened by the sound of screaming. When she opened her eyes, everything Meg could see was on fire.

Meg was instantly completely awake, which was not a good thing. Rather than breathing shallowly in sleep, she sucked in her breath in shock, inhaling a deep lungful of thick, soot-filled smoke. Her throat spasmed and she began to cough. The good news was that she knew where everything in her apartment was, even in the dark, so she thought she could navigate to the front door. The bad news was that between her and the front door was a wall of flame.

Her entire respiratory system clamped down, refusing to take in any more of the hot, acrid smoke that saturated the air. She was terrified, but after the fire safety courses nurses were required to take annually, Meg instinctively tried to get as low as possible, where there was less smoke. She threw herself off the bed and onto the floor, coughing and wheezing as she prepared to crawl to safety, wherever that was.

The windows, she thought. The one in her bedroom was a sheer three-story drop from her top-floor apartment to a concrete driveway, but maybe the bathroom? She coughed convulsively, blinded by tears now rolling out of her stinging eyes, and began to slither her way across the floor on her belly. That was no good. Her dresser, which was against the burning wall, was a mass of flame that cut her off from the bedroom door. She tried to think, but the heat, the desperate coughing and gasping for air, the burning pain in her eyes, and the deafening roar of the fire blasted at her so fiercely that she could only stare, stunned, at the impenetrable barrier of fire between her and safety. She whimpered and backed up the way she’d come.

She wondered if she could tie sheets together into a rope and climb out the window. At least she could get closer to the ground, so her fall wouldn’t be so long. She reached up and pulled at the bedsheets, but found that the far corner of the top sheet was already on fire. She recoiled and left the sheets where they were. Meg had no idea how to make a rope out of bedsheets, anway, and it was getting so hard to inhale, and the constant, helpless coughing hurt so much that she really had all she could do just to keep breathing. She could see nothing except the frenzied onslaught of the flames, now consuming her bed, forcing her ever further into the corner. Already, she saw, the flames were between her and the window. No! She was now pinned in the corner, surrounded by fire. How was she going to get out?

Meg’s mind suddenly grasped that she was probably going to die. It was hard to focus on even such a horrifying thought, competing as it was with the overwhelming sensations of terror of the ravenous fire consuming everything with a speed she would not have believed possible, and her frantic desperation to see anything but the furious glow through eyes tortured by the smoke. She felt her feet hit the wall as she pushed herself backward along the floor. For a second, just a second, she put her head down and tried to take a breath of clean air. But there was none. She tried again, thinking to breathe more deeply this time, but her irritated lungs refused to open. She tried to focus her mind, but she was so starved for oxygen that she could only think how black everything was starting to go. She was surprised to find that she was glad. The fierce light of the fire hurt her smoke-irritated eyes. The dark was better. And the roar was fading away, too. Good.

Brian jumped from the truck before it had even stopped moving. Everyone on the truck had known he would, and Mouch jumped right after him, reached out, and caught the collar of his turnout coat.

“I know, Otis, but we’re doin’ this right. Wait for orders. We’ll get her out safe.”

Brian thought of nothing but getting to Meg. He struggled against Mouch, but before he could make any headway, the rest of Truck 81 was out and beginning to gather equipment.

“Otis, I’m not gonna be able to stop you, so you and Mouch get your gear on and take the top floor. But you do not go in until Mouch has checked your gear, is that clear?” Casey said, hands on either of Brian’s shoulders and face right up in his grill.

“Got it, Captain,” Brian shouted and grabbed the breathing apparatus Mouch was already holding out to him. They suited up, checked each other’s gear, and headed into the building at a dead run.

Chief Boden rounded the truck at that moment, seeing their backs as they disappeared through the front door.

“That a good idea?” He asked Casey.

“We need everyone we got. I can’t spare anyone to hold him back, and that’s what it would’ve taken.”

“Yeah,” Boden grunted, turning toward the building, smoke pouring from every window, with flames visible in many. “This is a pure rescue. We’re gonna lose the building.”

“I know. Lemme get the rest of the crew searching.”

It took an eternity for Brian and Mouch to make their way up all three flights of stairs to Meg’s floor, partly because of all the equipment they were wearing, and partly because much of the railing and parts of the stairs themselves were burning. While Mouch went to the apartment next door, Brian wasted no time breaking down the door to Meg’s apartment, noting with horror that the flames were already beginning to diminish as they ran out of readily-available fuel and concentrated on devouring the building itself. He could see almost nothing through the smoke, but he knew exactly where Meg’s bedroom was.

“Meg! Meg, call out! Meg, Pupsic, where are you?”

It was a tiny apartment. There were not many places she could be. Brian almost screamed when he saw that the bed was fully engulfed in flames, but at the same moment, just beyond the fire that was rapidly consuming the carpet, he saw a small, dark shape on the floor. Limbs curled defensively around herself, Meg was lying in the corner at the foot of her bed. Brian half shouted, half wailed her name, ignoring the flames as he stepped through them to her. His turnout gear would protect him, he knew, long enough to get to her before the fire did.

He lifted Meg from the floor, cradling her as tightly as he could so that he could protect her head with his gloved hands. As he did, she let out a soft, strangled cry, at which Brian simultaneously sobbed and swore vehemently, relieved beyond anything he would have imagined to find that she was alive. He squeezed her even tighter as he stepped backward through the flames again. When he’d gotten through, he turned and ran to the hall, calling for Mouch.

“Mouch! I got her! She’s alive! You find anyone?”

“No,” Mouch shouted above the sound of the fire and the building beginning to lose its structural integrity. “They musta got out. We gotta go!”

As Brian led Mouch down the stairs, Mouch radioed to the rest of the team that they were bringing out a victim, unconscious but alive.

The team did what they could, but the building was so old and so fully involved that the best they could do was to control the fire so that it didn’t spread. All of the residents had gotten out or been rescued, but there were two people already on their way to Med - one with severe burns.

Brian emerged from the building, cradling Meg protectively in his arms, and carried her to Ambulance 61, where he laid her gently, lovingly on the waiting gurney. After that, all he could do was watch helplessly as Sylvie Brett and Emily Foster worked feverishly to assess Meg’s condition, then embarked on a frantic burst of activity to stabilize her enough to transport.

He was so desperate to help her that he would have gotten in the way, but the whole firehouse knew the situation, and Severide had dispatched Cruz to see what he could do for Otis. Right now, what Cruz could do was hold him back, out of the way. He let Otis lean on him through the agony of watching the paramedics place a breathing tube in Meg’s throat so that they could ventilate her scorched lungs through her swollen airway. As they watched Brett insert an IV in her arm and do other things that should have been painful and annoying, there was absolutely no response from Meg.

“Cruz, man, I don’t think I can take it if…” Brian’s voice failed.

“Don’t say it, Bro. She’s gonna be fine. She’s not burned, and she’s gettin’ treatment from the best. She’ll be fine.”

“She can’t die. She can’t.”

“She won’t.”

“I love her. I want to marry her.”

“I know you do.”

“But she doesn’t! I haven’t told her yet! I was too damn scared-“

“Otis. Look at me.” Cruz forcibly turned Brian to look at him, leaning down so that they were eye to eye. “She knows. Everybody knows. So she knows.”

Brian’s eyes were wild with fear as he gripped Cruz’s forearms hard enough to hurt. Someone who didn’t know Brian as well as Cruz did might not have seen how close he was to losing control. “Joe…” he mumbled quietly, “I want to marry her.”

“And you will. The two of you are gonna raise a whole houseful of little Russian nerds, and name them all after me. There’s gonna be Joe, of course, and then Joella, and Cruz, and, uh… Cruzine, and…”

Cruz went on, desperately trying to distract him. Brian didn’t hear a word he said, but he did hear the confidence and caring in his voice. He saw the certainty in his best friend’s face, and it gave him something to hold onto until, ten agonizingly long minutes later, Brian and Cruz helped load the stretcher into the ambulance. Cruz helped Brian take off his bulky gear, which wouldn’t fit in the small space in the back as he rode with Meg while Foster cared for her. All the way to Med, Brian sat, holding Meg’s hand, pouring his heart out to her in whispered Russian so that Foster wouldn’t know what he was saying. But her guesses weren’t far off, and she had to fight the tears that threatened, seeing the depth of his love and fear.

Brian realized in the endless, excruciating hours that he waited for news and battled his fierce need to see and touch Meg, what it is to have your brothers rally around you in a situation like the one he was in. He’d been part of the crowd in this room more times than he could count, because it’s what you do, and because he cared. But now, trying to hold it together and find any way to endure the interminable hours while the ER staff at Chicago Med worked on Meg, he realized for the first time why firefighters and cops do it. And he realized that he needed his brothers around him right now more than he had ever needed them in an inferno. In a fire, he knew what to do. In a fire, there was something he could do. Here, he could only stand, helpless, imagining one horrific scenario after another and trying to hold on from one breath to the next. He vowed in that moment that he would always be there when one of his fellow firefighters was in this position, for as long as it took.

Meg’s parents and her sister sat in a tight, terrified knot on one side of the waiting room. Brian went to sit with them as much as he could, but he was far too restless to stay in one place. Except for Brian, Meg’s family spoke to the firefighters only when spoken to. Chief Boden and Captain Casey were as polite and helpful as they could be, but the Armstrongs weren’t in a position to do much more than answer simple questions. All of the firefighters had been here before. Meg’s family had not.

Brian found himself scrolling through pictures in his phone, just for something to do. He and Meg took an insane number of selfies, just smiling, or making ridiculous faces, or enjoying someplace fun. She was so fucking beautiful. How the hell had a guy like him found such a perfect woman, let alone been lucky enough to be her boyfriend? What was a smart, sexy, accomplished woman like that doing with him? Brian stared for a long time at pictures of himself and Meg, aching for the easy, simple happiness of those moments.

In addition to their selfies, Brian snapped pictures of Meg all the time, whenever he wanted to remember the way she looked at a particular moment, or just because he felt like it. In some of them she was laughing, in some smiling happily, and in some she was looking at him with what he hoped was the same love he felt for her. The adorable girl who caught his eye wearing a Tabiti costume and then disappeared. He remembered his profound joy when he’d found her again, standing outside Molly’s under a streetlight, just looking up at the snow. How astounded they’d been to learn that they’d been right under each other’s noses all along. He thought about how he’d have felt at that moment, had he known how precious she would become to him.

And now this.

Brian felt as if nothing was real. It was as though he was watching an old movie as he and Meg’s family followed Ethan Choi into the treatment room where Meg was lying, white and still, a ventilator tube separating her pretty lips. Not one word of what Ethan said made any sense. Brian knew no more of what was going on with Meg, and what Ethan expected in the next days, than if Ethan hadn’t spoken at all.

What he knew was that, now that he was next to her again, now that he could see her and hold her hand, he wasn’t leaving Meg’s side. As he leaned over to kiss her cheek, he noticed how strongly the smell of smoke still lingered in her hair.

“She’s sedated because of the breathing tube. She’s stable, so we’ll be sending her up to ICU as soon as they’re ready. Any questions?” Ethan looked at the group expectantly.

“How long?” Meg’s mom asked. “How long will she be like this?”

“We don’t know, Mrs. Armstrong. I expect at least a few days, longer if it takes her airway longer to heal and the swelling to go down.”

When Meg’s family had no further questions, and Brian just stood, gazing down at Meg with her hand in both of his, Ethan moved toward the door. “I’ll be here if you need anything, and we’ll be in to take her up to ICU in a few minutes.”

Meg’s sister Jodie stood next to Brian with her hand on Meg’s leg. On Meg’s other side, her father held her other hand, an arm around his wife.

“Thank you, Brian. For saving her life,” Meg’s father said gruffly.

Brian didn’t know how to respond to that. It was his job, but he would have run into that burning building to rescue Meg no matter what he did for a living.

Jodie briefly touched his hand as he held Meg’s. “She loves you, you know. She told me.”

Two fat, hot tears overflowed Brian’s eyes at that. He just let them roll down his cheeks. “I love her, too. I haven’t told her yet. But I do.”

The four of them stood, just looking at Meg’s ghostly pale face, thinking their own thoughts, until Dr. Choi came back into the room with a team of nurses. “They’re ready for her in ICU,” he said.

The family was ushered out of the room while a brisk but controlled rush of activity took place around Meg. Quickly, the group began to move, rolling the gurney between them.

“Come with us,” one of the nurses said, gesturing for Brian and Meg’s family to follow. Behind the group heading for the elevator, several of the ER staff exchanged worried looks. They all knew how serious their colleague’s condition was.

The next three days were the longest of Brian’s life. Chief Boden wasn’t at all surprised when Otis told him that he couldn’t leave the hospital while Meg was in such bad shape; he told Otis just to call with updates and not to worry about work. Brian’s coworkers stopped by as much as they could, but they were still on shift and couldn’t stay. Brian and Cruz texted at least hourly, and usually more.

Meg’s family took turns sitting with her, but Brian fought a constant battle with well-meaning people who kept trying to get him to go home to sleep. He had to explain again and again that he simply couldn’t. The best anyone could do was to get him to stretch out on a couch in the ICU waiting room when Meg’s family was with her, since she could only have two visitors at a time. Cruz brought him a gym bag with fresh clothes and things, and the staff let him use the shower in their locker room, but he looked like hell and felt worse. Out of sheer exhaustion, he managed to sleep a solid five hours during one late night and early morning, but the rest was a series of fitful naps cobbled together.

He sat, holding Meg’s cold hand, for hours on end. Waiting. Just waiting for whatever it was the doctors were looking for before they would know it was all right to take out that damn breathing tube. Watching and listening to her breathe. Praying as hard as he ever had in his life.

On the third day, his Baba came and insisted that he go down to the hospital’s chapel with her. They prayed silently for a very long time, then prayed out loud together. After an hour, Brian couldn’t stand it anymore. He collapsed against the back of the pew and began to cry. Baba said nothing, simply sat next to him and pulled him toward her so that his head was on her lap. He wept for what felt like a lifetime, just letting his Baba pat his shoulder with one hand and pet his hair with the other, quietly crooning Russian hymns to him in her soft, gravelly voice.

It helped. Brian felt lighter afterward, grateful beyond words as he sat up to let his Baba hold him against her and pat his head as she’d done when he was a child. He wanted to take care of Meg. All he wanted was to take care of Meg. But it was nice, for those few hours, to let his Baba take care of him.

It was late in the morning of the fourth day before Meg’s doctors decided that it was time to lighten her sedation and attempt to take her off the ventilator. They had to do it in a series of slow steps, watching to see how she tolerated each before moving to the next. Finally, after over twelve hours of progressively weaning her from the ventilator and the breathing tube, the tube was removed and Meg was allowed to awaken fully. At first, she was groggily conscious but not able to do much more than respond to commands. She couldn’t even keep her eyes open for more than a second or two at a time, but she did make eye contact with Brian and he could see that she knew he was there with her.

Her parents crowded around her, hugging and kissing her, telling her how much they loved her and how glad they were to see her awake again and breathing on her own. Her throat was still too damaged to speak back yet, not to mention the frequent coughing fits she had now that she was awake; she could only smile weakly and nod or shake her head.

Brian patiently waited his turn, giving Meg’s parents and sister all the time they needed. Now that the worst was over, he was content to sit and watch her, just knowing that she was all right. Soon, though, Meg’s father stepped back and motioned Brian over.

“I know you want to see Brian,” he said. “He hasn’t left here since they brought you in. You know it was him who rescued you from the fire.”

Meg’s eyes, still sleepy and slightly bloodshot from the irritation of the smoke, nonetheless sparkled as she looked at Brian and held out her hand to him. Her smile, while weak and tired, took his breath away. He didn’t bother trying to stop or hide his tears as he took her hand in both of his and kissed it.

“Pupsik,” he choked. “It’s so good to see you awake. You have no idea.”

A tear streaked down her face as she sat up and pulled at the front of his shirt until he leaned over and put his arms around her. She squeezed him as hard as she could, while he did the same, their embrace lasting for so long Brian felt a twinge in his back, although he wouldn’t have let go for all the riches of the world. She turned her head into him, so that her mouth was near his ear.

“I love you,” she whispered hoarsely, squeezing him even harder as she did.

Brian heaved a quiet sob. “I love you, too, pupsik. I love you, too.”

Although Meg’s parents and sister were standing next to her bed in the bustling ICU, everyone but Brian and Meg might as well have been on another planet as they clung together for long, long moments.

Meg didn’t have much strength to visit with her family and Brian for long, so her eyes soon began to drift closed again. The Armstrongs decided that, since Meg was off the ventilator and they couldn’t convince Brian to leave the hospital, they would go home for the night and return in the morning. By that time, Meg was practically asleep. They said good night, hugged and kissed her again, and softly left the room.

Brian pulled his chair next to the bed and sat down, preparing to hold Meg’s hand again while she slept. She opened her eyes a crack and gave a huge yawn, which caused her to cough a little, but when she had recovered, she put a hand on Brian’s arm, looking into his face with what he thought might be expectation.

“What is it? What do you need?”

To Brian’s delighted surprise, Meg grinned a little and crooked a finger for him to come closer. Gently but gladly, he leaned toward her as she put a hand on his shoulder to pull him to her. Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss. She collapsed back on her pillow afterward, and she fell asleep with her lips ever-so-slightly curved in a private smile.

#chicago fire #yuri sardarov #Chicago Fire Otis #Otis #Brian Zvonecek #Mouch #Matt Casey #Chief Boden #Joe Cruz #Joe Minoso

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[NEWS] The Brow Beat: 3rd Album “Adam” and Ticketing for the 2020 Zepp Tour

The Brow Beat 3rd ALBUM “Adam”

Release Date: 1 January 2020

Versions:

Limited Press Edition A

Includes a DVD with 3 music videos

Price: 3,850 yen (tax included)

Limited Press Edition B

Includes a Blu-ray with the complete recording of “The Brow Beat ~KLAXON PARTY 2019 at Yaon” on 8 June 2019 at Hibiya Open-Air Concert Hall

Includes a 40-page photobook of “The Brow Beat ~KLAXON PARTY 2019 at Yaon”

Price: 7,150 yen (tax included)

Limited Press Edition C

Includes a mini poster jacket

Includes a bonus additional track that is only found on Edition C

Price: 2,640 yen (tax included)

Pre-order Bonus from silkroad store:

silkroad store also includes a store-exclusive bonus of two 2L-sized photos of The Brow Beat.

For every item that is purchased, there will be one set of these same photos.

Pre-order Duration: Now until 17 November 2019, 23:59 JST

To pre-order the album from the silkroad store, please refer to the link here.

(Please find more information about The Brow Beat Live Tour 2020 “Adam” under the cut.)

The Brow Beat Live Tour 2020 “Adam”

Producer and Guest Vocal: HAKUEI

Support Members

Drums: Kado Shuntarou

Bass: CHIROLYN

Guitar: Narukaze

Schedule

Date: January 10, 2020 Venue: Zepp Divercity Tokyo Capacity: 2,473 (all-standing) / 1,102 (seating)

Date: January 13, 2020 Venue: Zepp Namba (Osaka) Capacity: 2,513 (all-standing) / 1,206 (seating)

Date: January 14, 2020 Venue: Zepp Nagoya Capacity: 1,864 (all-standing) / 741 (seating)

~Ryuji BIRTHDAY LIVE~ Date: January 17, 2020 Venue: SENDAI GIGS Capacity: 1,560 (all-standing) / 809 (seating)

Date: January 24, 2020 Venue: Zepp Fukuoka Capacity: 1,526 (all-standing) / 669 (seating)

Date: January 31, 2020 Venue: Zepp Sapporo Capacity: 2,009 (all-standing) / 723 (seating)

~Tokyo Gaisen LIVE~ Date: February 21, 2020 Venue: LINE CUBE SHIBUYA (Shibuya Public Hall) Capacity: 1,956

Date: February 22, 2020 Venue: LINE CUBE SHIBUYA (Shibuya Public Hall) Capacity: 1,956

Ticketing Information

Ticket price (for all venues and types): 6,600 yen (tax included)

Ticketing through the Gekidan Himawari OFFICIAL FAN CLUB Ticketing Period: 18 October 2019, 15:00 to 27 October 2019, 23:59 JST Ticketing Limitations: For the first 5 performances (excluding the Sapporo live on 31 January and the Tokyo Gaisen lives on 21 and 22 February), you’re allowed to select your seats up to two options/applications.

Ticketing through HAKUEI☆bros. Ticketing Period: 30 October 2019, 15:00 to 4 November 2019, 23:59 JST Ticketing Limitations: For the first 5 performances (excluding the Sapporo live on 31 January and the Tokyo Gaisen lives on 21 and 22 February), you’re allowed to select your seats up to two options/applications.

Ticketing through CLUB EUCLID Ticketing Period: 30 October 2019, 15:00 to 4 November 2019, 23:59 JST Ticketing Limitations: For the first 5 performances (excluding the Sapporo live on 31 January and the Tokyo Gaisen lives on 21 and 22 February), you’re allowed to select your seats up to two options/applications.

Ticketing through Official HP Ticketing Period: 5 November 2019, 15:00 to 11 November 2019, 23:59 JST Ticketing Limitations: Only 1st Floor standing tickets for the Tokyo live on 10 January and Sendai live on 17 January / For Osaka, Nagoya and Fukuoka, you may choose one ticket type from any of the three options.

General Ticketing Ticketing Period: 30 November 2019, 10:00 JST onwards Ticketing Limitations: Only 1st Floor standing tickets for the Tokyo live on 10 January and Sendai live on 17 January / For Osaka, Nagoya and Fukuoka, you may choose one ticket type from any of the three options.

The Brow Beat Official Website: HERE

The Brow Beat Official Twitter: HERE

Sato Ryuji Official Twitter: HERE

HAKUEI Official Twitter: HERE

(Sources: x, x)

#The Brow Beat #Sato Ryuji #HAKUEI #Adam

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Duke Reviews Tv: Smallville 1x19 Crush

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Tv Where We Continue Our Look At Smallville And On Today's Show We're Looking At Episode 19 Of Season 1, Crush

This Episode Sees Chloe Falling For A Former Artist For The Torch Named Justin Gaines (Played By Seth Cohen/Captain Marvel Jr. Or Is It Shazam Jr. Now Because Of The Whole Captain Marvel Copyright Thing?) Who Because Of A Hit And Run Accident Has Lost The Ability To Draw With His Hands But Has Gained Telekinetic Abilities...

Ok, How Many People In Comics Have Lost One Thing But Gained The Ability To Do Another Thing Because Of An Accident Of Some Type? Honestly If Anyone Knows Please Write It In The Comments...

And So With This Miraculous New Ability What Does Justin Do With It? He Decides To Get Revenge On The People Who Ruined His Life...

After Killing The Doctor Who Botched His Surgery In The Hospital, Justin Searches For The Hit And Run Driver That Ruined His Life, Can Clark Stop Him?

Let's Find Out As We Watch Crush...

The Episode Starts At Metropolis Children's Hospital As Justin Gaines Draws To Get His Hands Back To Peak Condition But To No Avail As The Doctor Comes In To Check On Him As He's Being Released Tomorrow...

Upset That Everything Has Gotten Better Except His Hands, The Doctor Tells Justin That He Did Everything He Could Despite Justin Discovering That The Doctor Has 5 Patients Who Have Filed Malpractice Suits Against Him Which Leads The Doctor To Tell Justin That When One Door Closes Another Door Opens As He Leaves To Have Dinner With His Wife...

Using His Powers, Justin Messes With The Elevator Trying To Kill The Doctor, With The Elevator Stopping On A Floor, The Doctor's Wife Manages To Get Out But The Doctor Doesn't As The Elevator Goes Crashing To The Ground Floor...

A Few Weeks Later At Smallville High, Clark And Pete Are At The School's Job Fair As Clark Briefly Talks With Principal Kwan's Son Who Works For The Air Force Before Reuniting With Pete Who Got A Summer Job At Mayor Siegel's Office Working On His Re-Election Campaign...

Running Into Chloe Who Is Trying To Get An Internship At The Daily Planet Despite Lex Offering To Get Her Job At The Inquisitor, Pete Tells Her Maybe She'll Be Able To Try Again On Saturday At The Student Journalism Conference With Clark...

However, Clark Has Been Working On A History Project With Lana All Week To The Point That He Forgot To Sign Them Up...

Upset That Clark Is Spending More Time With Lex And Lana Than He Is Her, Chloe Stomps Off As Pete Sides With Her Saying That She Wanted To Ask Him To The Spring Formal Which Has Clark Realizing That Chloe May Like Him...

Though With What We Know About Alison Mack Now I Don't Know If That's A Good Thing Or A Bad Thing...

Running Into Justin At Her Locker, He Thanks Chloe For Some E-mails She Sent Him While Telling Her The News That His Drawing Hand Is Shot And He Won't Be Able To Draw Again For The Torch...

Asking Her Out For A Coffee, Chloe Only Accepts Because She's Trying To Make Clark Jealous...

Visiting His Mother's Grave On The Anniversary Of Her Death, Lex Is Soon Confronted By His Former Nanny, Pamela Jenkins Who's There For The Same Reason Lex Is, Despite Lex Being Mad At Her For Disappearing Nine Years Ago Because Lillian "Bought Her Off"...

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Going Over Old Comic Strips That Justin Worked On For The Torch, Clark Enters And Asks Justin About His Accident Only For Justin To Tell Him That He Doesn't Remember Much Only Part Of A Licence Plate With The Beginning Letters Being DDI...

With Chloe Offering To Help Justin, Clark Believes That They Should Let The Police Handle It Which Leads Chloe To Bite Clark's Head Off Saying Any Information They Find They'll Give It To The Police...

I Mean Even When Clark Tries To Fix His Mistake By Getting Tickets To The Conference With The Help Of Lex, Chloe Is Still A Bitch To Clark Saying That Justin Is Already Signed Up And She's Going As His Guest...

You Know This Whole Fight Started Because Clark Started Because Clark Didn't Get Tickets To This Dumb Conference And Now That Clark Has Tickets You're Not Going To Drop Justin And Go With Clark?

Did I Miss Something Here!?!

Dropping Some Of His Drawings In His Portfolio, Justin Picks Them Up As Clark Discovers A Newspaper Clipping Of Justin's Doctor's Elevator Accident...

After School, Lana Drops By The Farm To Get Some Pies For The Talon From Martha Only To Talk With Clark About What's Going On Between Him And Chloe..

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The Next Day At School, Clark Talks With Pete About Justin As Clark Shows Pete The Newspaper Clipping He Found In His Portfolio...

Discovering That The Doctor In The Photo Was Justin's Doctor, Clark Finds It Weird That Justin Had That In His Portfolio But Then Overhearing Their Conversation, Justin Enters Telling Clark That He Liked The Tragic Irony Of It...

Believing That Clark Is Talking Behind His Back, Justin Tells Clark That He Had His Chance With Chloe And To Let Him Have His...

(Justin) And If You Don't I Have Friends In Gotham That'll Make Sure You Do!

Meanwhile At The Luthor Mansion, Lex Is Visited By Pamela Jenkins Despite Him Still Being Upset At Her And Looking At Her Like She's The Ghost Of Jacob Marley...

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While Delivering His Mom's Pies To The Talon, Clark Talks With Lana About Chloe While She's Going Through Issues Of Her Own With Whitney, Who's Making Up For Lost Time Because His Father Has Been In The Hospital But Because Of This She Wants To Redefine Their Relationship And Figure Out Where It's Going...

But Back To Clark, Who Honestly Has No Clue What To Do About Chloe Except That He Doesn't Want To Lose Her As A Friend As Once They Cross That Line There May Be No Going Back...

Back At The Torch, Justin Gives A Drawing To Chloe That He Worked On All Night With The Help Of His Powers And Admits That He Not Only Had A Crush On Her But He Thought Of Her When He Got Hit By The Hit And Run Driver...

You Mean To Tell Me After You Got Hit You Didn't Think " Oh, God, Oh, God I'm In So Much Pain Somebody Call An Ambulance" First, Justin?

Seeing This As Their Second Chance Justin Kisses Chloe Causing All The Pencils And Stuff To Float In The Room...

Eh, Some People's Feet Pop, Others Cause Things To Levitate, Go Figure...

Eventually Seeing Everything Float In The Air, Justin Tells Chloe About His Powers And She's Surprisingly Ok With It Despite The Fact That Nearly Every Person With Powers She's Come In Contact With Has Tried To Kill Her Or Worse...

Either Way They Go Back To Kissing Only For Clark To See Them As He Asks Chloe To Have A Word With Her In The Hallway But As He Does, Justin Gets Ahold Of Chloe's Fax From The DMV Which Gives Not Only The Licence Plate Number Of Who Hit Him But Who Did It...

Telling Chloe His Theory About Justin Killing His Doctor, She Doesn't Believe Clark Because She's Too Blinded By Love Instead Of Looking At This Like A Reporter And Jumping On It...

Later That Night, Justin Pays A Visit To The Driver That Apparently Ran Him Over Only To See That It Was Principal Kwan...

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Visited In His Barn By Lex As He's Reading "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus" Clark Asks For Advice On Lana And Chloe Only For Lex To Tell Him That Love Isn't About Playing It Safe But About Risks And Unless He's Willing To Put Himself Out There He'll Never Know...

But As Clark And Lex Talk, Martha Enters To Tell Clark The News That Principal Kwan Is Dead...

Nooooooooooooo! How Was He Really Connected With Clark Aside From Being His School Principal?

Visiting The Torch The Next Day, Pete And Chloe Are Putting Together A Memorial Issue For Principal Kwan But As They Do Clark Discovers That The First 3 Letters Of Kwan's Licence Plate Matches Justin's Hit And Run Driver And What's Worse The DMV Sent A Fax At 4:43 Yesterday Afternoon When Justin And Chloe Were Talking...

But Despite All That Evidence Chloe Still Isn't Putting 2 And 2 Together! You Know What Chloe If You Can't See The Big Picture Now Then...

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Back At The Luthor Mansion, Lex Gets A Visit From Lionel Who's There To Tell Him That He's Selling Cadmus Labs But Lex Knows That That's Not The Real Reason He's There...

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Visiting Kwan's House, Clark Talks With Kwan's Son And Discovers That He Was The Hit And Run Driver And That His Father Died Protecting Him...

But As Clark Gets The Truth, Chloe Finally Comes To Her Senses When She Discovers A Comic That Justin Drew That Shows Not Just The Murders Of Justin's Doctor But Of Principal Kwan As Well. So, Going To Clark's Barn, She Calls Clark At The Talon To Tell Him That He Was Right And Justin Is A Psycho Only To Be Followed By Justin...

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While Clark Finishes Off Justin, Lex Visits Pamela Jenkins In The Hospital...

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Later On In The Series It Would Be Revealed That Pamela Had An Affair With Lionel And Gave Birth To A Daughter Who We Would Come To Know As Tess Mercer, Who Would Take Over Luthorcorp In The Wake Of Lex's Disappearance In Season 7 And Eventually Become The Second Version Of Watchtower In The Last Season...

The Next Day At The Talon, Chloe Discovers That Justin Is Being Placed In The Psychiatric Ward Before Apologizing To Clark As She Blames Herself For Not Spotting Wall Of Weird Material From A Mile Away...

To Which You Have Every Right To Blame Yourself, You Badly Written Moron...

But Believing She Was Just Being Trusting And Willing To Take A Chance On Love...

Clark Asks Chloe Out To That Student Journalism Conference As He Still Has Tickets So She Says Yes...

Wow, Talk About Getting Over A Guy Quickly...

But As That Goes On, Lana Tries To End Things With Whitney Only For Him To Tell Her That His Father Has Just Passed Away Before She Can...

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And That's Crush And It's...Ok...

Don't Get Me Wrong It's A Good Episode It's Just Chloe's Idiocy Throughout The Episode That Ticks Me Off Otherwise I Enjoyed The Story, Most Of The Characters Well Written And The Effects Were Ok So I Say See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#smallville season 1 #smallville #tom welling #kristen kreuk #michael rosenbaum #dc comics #superman #the cw #the wb

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worstjourney · 4 years

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NEW PHOTO KLAXON

Iceberg breaking off the Barrier at Cape Crozier, 3 January 1911, by Herbert Ponting

Found on this site, ironically while Googling a much more recent iceberg event.

#cape crozier #iceberg #herbert ponting #terra nova expedition #antarctica #scott expedition #ross island

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dustedmagazine · 4 years

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En Attendant Ana — Juillet (Trouble in Mind)

Photo by Chloé Lecarpentier

Juillet by En Attendant Ana

“How do I deal with words, when they turn out to be that heavy?” sings Margaux Bourchaudon in “Words” with her customary airy directness, her tones high and calm without the slightest hint of vibrato, a bit of melancholy lightly fuzzed over. She’s got the sweet pure blurriness of other European artists—Stereolab’s Laetitia Sadier, for instance, or the Sundays’ Harriet Wheeler—but if you think you’re going to be allowed to zone out in a hypnotic nod, think again. The single almost immediately goes full on rock, with a pulverizing thump of drums, a buzz of bass, an antic dance of trebly guitar.

Juillet is En Attendant Ana’s third album, its name reflecting the torpid summer month in which it was recorded, far from Paris, during a historic heat wave. For this record, the band added a new guitarist in Maxence Tomasso, but otherwise kept its line-up—and general aesthetic—the same. Specifically, a fearsome, joyful racket of garage top topped with surprising mellifluence, i.e. Bourchaudon’s serene vocals and Camille Fréchou’s luminous runs of trumpet.

At its best, En Attendant Ana delivers a sugar high with a hard kick. Adrien Pollin, the drummer, plays with a punching, pummeling exuberance that pushes energy levels high. The headlong drum roll that opens “Do You Understand?” is like the adrenaline-spiked lead-up to a parachute jump; Bourchaudon’s verse opens up like the sail and wafts you gently down. It’s a volatile mix, and it could tip either way, but it doesn’t.

Anarchy can come from any number of directions, though, not just drums. In “In/Out” it takes the shape of a rattling guitar riff, whose klaxon-y alarms shake up the smooth rise of trumpet and amplify the mobile jitters of bass. The cut falls apart in a beautiful way between verses, with trumpet tones swooping and cartwheeling atop frenzy, and then everything falling in line again behind the melody. Even the languid “My Bruise Is an Island” gets jacked before long, its lucid vocal opening giving way to thunderous gallop of drumming, the feverish pitch of guitar.

Juillet is not so very different from 2018’s Lost and Found, an album my review called, “pretty close to pure pleasure, with its walloping drums and bubblegum-sugary refrains.” It feels a bit more assured with a touch more control, but that’s all. And, that’s a good thing, because too much control might ruin this volatile mix of sweetness and chaos, lyricism and bludgeoning force. Don’t wait for Ana anymore. She’s here.

Jennifer Kelly

#en attendant ana #juillet #trouble in mind #jennifer kelly #albumreview #dusted magazine #garage rock #paris #trumpet

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rz-jocelyn · 4 years

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[NEWS UPDATE] The Brow Beat: A Preview of The Brow Beat’s 3rd Album "Adam" and Information about the Bonuses Available for The Album with Purchase from Different Participating Stores

The following bonuses are available with purchase of The Brow Beat’s 3rd album "Adam" that will be released on January 1. 2020, from the different shops/stores.

ALBUM TRACK LIST

1. Eve

Lyrics: Ryuji Composition: Watanabe Sousuke Arrangement: tatsuo, Watanabe Sousuke

2. Adam

Lyrics: Ryuji Composition: tatsuo Arrangement: tatsuo

3. SOUTHERN CROSS

Lyrics: HAKUEI, Ryuji Composition: tatsuo Arrangement: tatsuo

4. YATAGARASU no Kagefumi

Lyrics: Ryuji Composition: Ryuji, Watanabe Sousuke Arrangement: Watanabe Sousuke, tatsuo

5. Kaen

Lyrics: Ryuji Composition: tatsuo Arrangement: tatsuo

6. BLACK SHEEP

Lyrics: ENDOU (GEEKS) Composition: ENDOU (GEEKS) Arrangement: ENDOU (GEEKS)

7. Oblivion

Lyrics: Ryuji Composition: HAKUEI, Watanabe Sousuke Arrangement: Watanabe Sousuke

8. L.R

Lyrics: Ryuji Composition: tatsuo Arrangement: tatsuo

9. Tourou Nagashi

Lyrics: Ryuji Composition: Ryuji Arrangement: tatsuo

10. Bonus Song: Sararara

Lyrics: HAKUEI Composition: tatsuo Arrangement: tatsuo

ALBUM DETAILS

Limited Press Edition A: CD + DVD (3,500 yen + tax) *Includes 3 recorded bonus MVs of “L.R”, “YATA GARASU no Kagefumi” and “Tourou Nagashi”

Limited Press Edition B: CD + Blu-ray (6,500 yen + tax) *Includes a complete recording and making of the "The Brow Beat ~KLAXON PARTY 2019 at Yaon~ 2019.06.08" performance (the Blu-ray isn’t region locked)

Limited Press Edition C: CD (2,400 yen + tax) *Includes the bonus song "Sararara" and a mini poster jacket

Please find the information about the different bonuses and purchase/pre-order links below the cut.

BONUSES AND PURCHASE LINKS

Animate (all physical stores/online)

Japanese Name: アニメイト

Bonus: L-size bromide (Type B)

Versions: 3 common designs

To purchase the album from Animate, please refer to these links:

Limited Press Edition A: HERE

Limited Press Edition B: HERE

Limited Press Edition C: HERE

7net Shopping

Japanese Name: セブンネットショッピング

Bonus: L-size bromide (Type B)

Versions: 3 common designs

To purchase the album from 7net Shopping, please refer to these links:

Limited Press Edition A: HERE

Limited Press Edition B: HERE

Limited Press Edition C: HERE

Amazon

Bonus: L-size bromide (Type A)

Versions: 3 common designs

To purchase the album from Amazon, please refer to these links:

Limited Press Edition A: HERE

Limited Press Edition B: HERE

Limited Press Edition C: HERE

Tower Records Japan (all physical stores/online)

Japanese Name: タワーレコード

Bonus: L-size bromide (Type A)

Versions: 3 common designs

To purchase the album from Tower Records Japan, please refer to these links:

Limited Press Edition A: HERE

Limited Press Edition B: HERE

Limited Press Edition C: HERE

HMV (all physical stores/online)

Bonus: L-size bromide (Type B)

Versions: 3 common designs

To purchase the album from HMV, please refer to these links:

Limited Press Edition A: HERE

Limited Press Edition B: HERE

Limited Press Edition C: HERE

Rakuten Books

Japanese Name: 楽天ブックス

Bonus: Postcard (Type A)

Versions: 3 common designs

To purchase the album from Rakuten Books, please refer to these links:

Limited Press Edition A: HERE

Limited Press Edition B: HERE

Limited Press Edition C: HERE

Village Vanguard (all physical stores)

Japanese Name: ヴィレッジヴァンガード

Bonus: L-size bromide (Type B)

Versions: 3 common designs

Neowing

Japanese Name: ネオ・ウイング

Bonus: L-size bromide (Type A)

Versions: 3 common designs

To purchase the album from Neowing, please refer to these links:

Limited Press Edition A: HERE

Limited Press Edition B: HERE

Limited Press Edition C: HERE

Silkroad Store

Bonus: Two 2L-sized photos

Pre-order Duration: Now until November 17, 2019 at 23.59 (Japan time)

To pre-order the album from Silkroad Store, please refer to these links:

Limited Press Edition A: HERE

Limited Press Edition B: HERE

Limited Press Edition C: HERE

NOTE:

The bonuses are available only while stock lasts.

Please double-check the information listed on the official website before making any transactions and/or purchases. This blog has only translated the information from the official website; therefore, it will not be held liable for any mistakes made and/or mishaps that might occur during the course of transaction/purchase.

Some of the bonuses might only be available with the purchase of the album from the physical store and/or purchase and delivery from the Japan. Please double-check this information with the respective stores before making any transactions and/or purchases.

For anyone who is interested in purchasing the album from physical stores and/or getting the Japan-restricted bonuses, there are proxies with such services; I’ve included the Japanese name in the information listed on this post for easy access.

Source(s): ( x , x )

#The Brow Beat #Sato Ryuji #HAKUEI #CHIROLYN #Narukaze #Kado Shuntarou #O-JIRO

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gosecretscribbles · 6 years

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Diptember 2018 Week 2: Supernatural

“DipperDipperDipper!” Mabel raced up to him, her face shining with excitement, weaving through piles of used clothes and knick knacks. She'd spotted a yard sale on their way to school and insisted they check it out. “Look what I found!”

“Is it something that will make us get to school faster?” Dipper asked.

“It's a music box – look!” She held up her hands. Resting on her palms was a pale green music box shaped like an egg, with a thin gold line running lengthwise along the seam and several highly stylized flowers carved into the top.

He squinted at it. “Those flowers look weirdly familiar...”

“The lady said it never worked, so she gave it to me for free!” She grinned slyly. “I'm thinkin' if I made a certain culinary creation, my nerdy twin bro would be able to fix it right up!”

“If you're talking marshmallow grilled cheese then we so have a deal.”

He started on the music box late that night, after they'd finished homework and their parents had turned in. (They knew Dipper always stayed up late, and they'd long since given up trying to get him to sleep at a timely hour.) Waddles had stayed up with him for a while, probably because he thought it was an Easter Egg like the ones Mabel had given him to snack on. But the pig had long since retired to its bed in the corner, leaving Dipper alone to work at it. And the more he did, the more frustrated he became.

“Dipprrr?” Mabel slurred, waking up after he'd nearly stabbed himself with a screwdriver. “Wut're you doin'?”

“Are you sure this thing is a music box?” Dipper asked, sitting on his bed and glaring at the thing. “It has no hinges, no nails, no clasp – and yet there is a tiny gap all the way around the seam except the long part so there really should be hinges and there aren't!”

“Pretty sure.” Mabel rolled over and rested her chin on the rail of the top bunk. “I mean, I know the lady said it didn't work, but when I shook it it made this really pretty chiming sound.”

Dipper held it up to his ear and shook it. “I don't hear anything.”

“Well not like that,” she said with a snort. She climbed down the ladder and he handed it over. “Here – you gotta shake it like this!”

And she immediately started shaking it like a maraca.

Dipper huffed. “Mabel, what are you even –”

“TADA!”

She shoved the box right next to his ear. He jumped, startled, but then he heard it: a thin, silvery tune, a breeze wafting through slender chimes. But he'd no sooner heard it than it faded completely.

“It stopped – can you do it again?” Dipper asked.

Mabel gasped with delight. “An invitation to dance?! Why Dipper I'd be delighted!” She grabbed Dipper's hand, yanked him out of bed and started pulling him around the room, laughing. Dipper allowed it, half-smiling at his sister's typically crazy antics. The silvery sound grew in volume. Waddles woke up and snorted curiously.

Dipper grinned. “Amazing! It must be motion-activated.”

“More like fun activated!”

Dipper laughed – until he noticed something else about the music box.

“Mabel, keep dancing, but look!”

She looked. It was hard to tell because she had to keep shaking it up and down, but the weird flowers on the lid were changing shape. For a second Dipper thought the flowers might be 'dancing', too, but then the egg started glowing a pale yellow, and the slender lines of the flowers became more and more familiar, until they almost looked like –

“Alien code!” Dipper shouted, just as the egg turned red. The soft silver chimes abruptly changed to a loud claxon blare, so loud Dipper could feel it in his teeth. Waddles squealed and tried to burrow under the bunk beds.

Mabel clapped her hands to her ears, dropping the egg. “OW! WHAT IS THAT?!”

“I DON'T KNOW!” Dipper shouted back. He tried to cover it with a pillow, then two pillows and himself, then just plain smashing it with a hammer. But he couldn't turn it off or even quiet the sound. Their parents slept like the dead, but the sound was so bad it was bound to wake them up eventually!

“TURN IT OFF!” Mabel shouted.

“I'M TRYING!” He looked around quickly and grabbed his journal – he'd started one this summer and included a lot of the codes he'd found in Gravity Falls. He hurried to flip to the page where he'd stuck a photo of himself and the alien text he'd seen at Crash Site Omega. “OKAY!” he shouted. “I THINK I CAN DECODE THE TEXT! IT SAYS – uh...” He double-checked the translation. “IT SAYS 'REMOTE SHIP ALARM'?”

Suddenly the klaxon shifted to a high-pitch screech, then broke off into someone speaking.

“– told you we dropped it around here somewhere!” said a voice, which sounded very oddly like a rubber duck. “If you hadn't forgotten to charge the battery we would've found it ages ago!”

“Oh, don't blame me just because you can't keep track of things,” grumbled a second voice. “We don't even need it, we always find our ship without it.”

“Don't forget that one horror story about the ship that never returned! If we didn't find this one I was going to fly us back to Centaur A for a new remote!”

“I'm not going back there, that wefleki kept looking at me funny –”

“Uh, hello?” Dipper said.

There was a brief moment of silence.

“Oh great, someone found it!” the first voice burst out. “Listen up, whoever you are, drop what you're holding and walk away, or we'll – we'll alien abduct you so hard you'll be seeing lights in the sky for years to come!”

“You mean, like the stars?” Mabel asked.

“Ye – I mean no!”

“And who made a remote control that's dance-activated, because that is awesome engineering!”

“It's not 'dance activated,' the voice said indignantly. “When else would you flail your arms except in panic because you can't find where you parked in the intergalactic space mall?”

“Wait, are you really aliens?” Dipper said, leaning forward. “Which star do you come from? Are you here on vacation? Do you have a spaceship? Can I see it?”

“He actually really wants to drive it,” Mabel told the egg.

“And can I drive it just for like two seconds!?”

“Wait,” said the second voice. “Are you 'Dipper-bottom-line-Pines-bottom-line-Paranormal-bottom-line-Investigator'?”

“Yes! Yes, that's me!”

“I've seen your petition online!” There was a clear smile in his voice. “I was impressed that you were able to outmaneuver the drone. That kind of flying definitely comes in handy when you're flying through clouds of carnivorous space comets.”

Dipper leaned forward eagerly. “And I can totally do that! I think. D'you want a demonstration? I can show you how!”

“Or you could just buy crunchy peanut butter,” Mabel said.

Dipper elbowed her and made a sh!!! motion.

But the second alien sounded intrigued. “Peanut butter, you say?”

“Sure! Just throw a scoop at any ol' space rock, and they'll eat it because peanut butter, and then their jaws'll get stuck together and presto! No more ship-munching!” She paused. “Unless they're allergic to peanuts, in which case molasses should do the trick.”

“Fascinating.”

“But,” Dipper cut in, “if you still wanted those extremely high quality aerial lessons as, you know, back-up, I could totally help you out with that!”

The alien hesitated.

“Well I'm doing it,” the first voice said finally. “The peanut butter plan is sheer brilliance, but I want a back-up plan in case it doesn't work out.”

“As long as it gets me out of visiting Centauri A,” the second one grumbled.

“Stay where you are,” the first alien told them. “We'll home in on the remotes signal!”

Dipper's face lit up with excitement. He looked up, caught Mabel's eye, and the two of them dashed outside. Waddles was close behind.

The backyard quiet devoid of life, save for the creepy-looking gnome in the rose bushes. The twins looked up. One of the stars in the sky was growing brighter by the second, until a disk-shaped spaceship the size of a city block was descending slowly above their house. Waddles oinked at it.

“Omigosh, look!” Mabel squealed. As the UFO put on its brakes, jets of superheated gas hissed out of the vents on the bottom, searing strange designs into the grass. “It's lawn art, Dipper! Space-shippy lawn art!”

“And it just melted that creepy garden gnome,” Dipper said giddily, still clutching the spaceship's remote. He stood back a little farther to let the bottom dome of the ship touch down. His parents would probably think they pulled some crazy prank on the lawn, but who cared? He was about to drive a spaceship – an actual, real-life, still-functioning space ship, with actual aliens inside of it! He was about to make First Contact, at least in this dimension!

He was so thrilled he was practically dancing on the spot, clutching the space egg with excitement. “Oh man, oh man, this is gonna be so great, I can't wait to tell Great-Uncle Ford, I've gotta take pictures –”

Abruptly the spaceship stopped descending. The remote glowed. “Did you say 'Ford'?” the first alien asked.

Dipper blinked. “Uh – yeah?”

“Ford Pines, the human?”

“Um, yeah!”

“Four limbs, one head, twelve phalanges, also known as Sixer – that Ford?”

Mabel gasped. “OMG you know him!! Are you his interdimensional space buddies?!”

“Oh no we're not!” the alien barked, and the whole spaceship turned red. Metal cylinders jutted from the ship, and before he could blink, a wall of red laser fire light up the grass at his feet. He and Mabel jumped back with a yell, nearly hitting Waddles. The pig squealed and pressed into Mabel's leg.

“HEY! What was that for?!” Dipper demanded.

“We're not letting the family of an interdimensional criminal aboard just so he can steal our ship for spare parts!” the alien shouted.

“Interdi – but – we're not criminals!”

“Tell that to all the people he stole from to build his so-called quantum death thingie!” the second alien spat.

“You're not so much as touching our ship!” the first alien growled. “And forget trying some other alien marks – we'll be making a very strongly worded post on the Space Lizard Forum, warning everyone about exactly what kind of scam you're trying to pull!”

“But – but –”

The spaceship fired, so suddenly that Dipper, Mabel, and Waddles were all thrown tumbling back onto the porch. Heat seared their faces and light flashed through their closed eyelids. Waddles squealed.

When Dipper opened his eyes, the lawn was a charred mess, and it looked like his mom's roses had melted right along with the creepy old gnome.

He stared at the carnage. “Tell me that didn't just happen.”

“Well...” Mabel sat up slowly, one arm around Waddles. “I could, except that I'm trying to wrap my brain around the fact that both of our Grunkles have actual criminal records. D'you think crime runs in the family?”

“I think the aliens thought it did,” he said numbly. “He did say Ford, right? Like actually Ford, not Stan pretending to be Ford? I didn't even know Ford had a criminal record!

“Well if crime is inherited then I wanna be an art thief, or – oh! Maybe a masked vigilante! With rainbow powers!! Rainbow powers of JUSTICE!”

He groaned. “I was this close to being in an alien spaceship...”

“Hey, Dipper, look!” She pointed. The space remote was still sitting on the burnt lawn, untouched and shiny as ever. “They left their thingie behind! We could call them and try to get them to change their minds!”

He reached for it, but before he could touch it the remote made a dull thump noise and black smoke poured out of its seam. It had self-destructed.

“Ah,” Mabel said. “Well...maybe they won't post on all the Space Lizard Forums?”

“Aaaauuuuggghh!!!”

AN: Thus ended Dipper's dream of driving an alien space ship.

#diptember2018 #dipper shall never fly a spaceship #never ever #EVAR #muhahaha #dipper pines #mabel pines #spaceship #Ford's criminal record revealed #death of the creepy garden gnome

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The Art Museum

I wrote this for the Wake County Library writing contest and I was pretty happy with how it came out. We had a really limited word count and it was fun to write with those restrictions. Alas, I was not selected as 1st, 2nd, or 3rd place in my age group. I guess there's always next year. --- He liked to take his runs at the art museum park. It felt like multitasking, the most popular lie millennials tell themselves. Taking in culture while expelling calories was the antithesis to his day job of trying to convince a computer to do what other people wanted. So he pounded his feet down the paved path winding through sculptures and benches and trash cans.

There is one piece that always shows up in pictures. It's the first one you notice and the first thing you stop noticing after enough visits. He just called them the 3 brown rings. They made for a nice waypoint but he never knew what they meant to the artist, whoever they were.

Today he saw them steaming with morning dew. 2 story rings made of hardened earth, they appeared to be buried just enough to keep them standing. As he trotted up, they seemed as good as any companion in a social media Proof Of Life post. He had been secluded for months and felt the need to show family and friends that he still got out and did things. Healthy things even. He was fine, really. Don't worry.

He leaned his phone against the first ring to the left of the path. With the camera pointed at the other two rings, he started the timer and jogged over to the last ring, passing through the middle one on his way. He turned back to look at the camera and struck a pose he hoped conveyed the opposite of loneliness.

As a flash warned that time was up, an arc of light shot from the phone to the air in the center of the ring. Before he could start wondering if that had really happened, he had to start wondering why a spaceship was hurtling toward him.

When he awoke, what he noticed first were the sounds. A bunch of beeps having an unwinnable argument. These faded to the background, overtaken by what he would soon find out were two voices. Right now one sounded like a barrel full of rocks rolling downhill. The other was a garden hose being dragged across dead leaves in late autumn.

As his eyes adjusted he found himself in a cockpit of sorts. Bigger than one on a plane, because he was lying on a cot folded out from the wall. In addition there were two chairs behind a whole array of blinking lights, the origin of the beeps. Beyond those, a half dome of clear glass that allowed him to see the unending light show of space whizzing by. It was a dizzying, frightening array of purples, blues, pinks and greens, twisting and smearing across the glass. It caused him to notice the two aliens much later than he normally would have.

They were standing a few feet from his cot by the door to the rest of whatever this was. The one facing him noticed he had awoken. With that many eyes, how could they not? His first communication with an alien species was less than impressive.

“Who is this?”

Later, he wouldn’t be sure what he meant to say. The being perked up at the sound and started fiddling with a screen on their wrist. They looked up and responded, the crunching of dead leaves now overlapped with a digitized translation.

“Hello, and please do not move. We are not authorized to give medical assistance, and we are not liable for any injuries you sustained while boarding the ship.”

The other alien turned around and widened their two eyes, then narrowed them again to look at the first alien.

“You have to speak in their language if the computer recognizes it. Those are the rules”

Some rock-like grumbling and wrist fiddling, then:

“There, happy? Now they will know the exact right time to attack us!”

“That has never happened.”

"You don't know that!"

“Please tell me where we are. Anything.” The man had ruled out dreaming when his head started aching from the flashing lights and sounds. He wanted to learn something that would make him feel less than completely powerless over his predicament.

He didn’t.

“You are aboard an Interplanetary Alliance Transit Ship. We...found you on the route of this ship when it slowed to replenish oxygen for our passengers.”

“Other humans are on this ship?”

“Maybe, but doubtful. There are no stops on Earth. But there are passengers who need oxygen to maintain vital functions, and Earth is on the route.”

“We’ll probably use that station for another hundred years, but at the rate you earthlings are going it won’t be the best source of oxygen on the route for much longer.” This was said by the alien who didn’t want to use English.

He started to feel sick from the sheer torrent of new information being thrown at him.

“So who are you two? Conductors?”

“I am ITA Pilot 31420.” They looked expectantly back at the other alien, who was not forthcoming.

“That is ITA Pilot 40119. We are both recent recruits to the Interplanetary Transit Authority.”

Pilot 31420 couldn’t keep the excitement from rising in their voice while mentioning this last part.

“Do you not have names?” Despite the surreal circumstances, he couldn’t pass up a chance to learn what a couple of aliens answered to when called for space supper.

“We are not allowed to give out our names to passengers. It is against the rules.”

40119 let out a gravelly sigh.

“We’ve told the earthling enough. We haven’t figured out what we are going to do with them.”

31420 looked crestfallen as they turned back to 40119.

“Was I the only one reading the handbook those nights we stayed up studying?”

He thought he saw a brief wave of guilt pass across the surly alien’s features.

“It clearly states that we keep any pickups, stowaways, or mistakenly loaded sentient freight onboard until the ship returns to their home planet.”

He briefly wondered into which category they had sorted him. Irrelevant. Focus on the problem.

“Ok so I just stay put until the ship completes a loop then? How long until we come back around to Earth?”

Excitement returned to 31420's face as they started tapping again at their wrist.

“This is one of the newer ships in the fleet, an ITA-XJ4, so it can complete the route in record time. We should be back to Earth in...”

They gave one final decisive tap and looked at the man with a grin. A monotone voice emanated from their wrist.

“Two. Earth. Years.”

At the sound of the third word, his heart bounced off his stomach.

“No. No. No I can’t be here for -“

An insistent klaxon cut through his voice. The two pilots turned to the immense console, then to each other.

"I thought you-" cried both in unison. They raced to the source of the problem on the instrument panel.

"Why didn't you refill our oxygen while I was hauling the earthling onboard?"

"I had to give the passengers a reason why we were stopped so long. I thought you started refilling!"

"What did you tell them?"

"That we were...filling backup oxygen tanks."

"Blix! You can't be serious." The man thought he was learning the name of one pilot when in fact it was a swear word the wrist computer refused to translate. He saw an opportunity and jumped.

"31420, Blix, just calm down and listen. We can go back to Earth, refill on oxygen, and you can drop me off. No one gets in trouble, no one dies, and we all pretend this never happened."

Pilot 40119 was appalled to hear an earthling insult them and and lay out a plan to save them all in the same sentence. The pilots conferred for a moment before turning back to the man. Both their faces had turned quite solemn. The alien who was not Blix held up their wrist computer, the screen turned towards the man. A series of lights issued from the screen, filling his vision. Then blackness.

He awoke on the grass under the arch of a brown ring. His back was wet with dew. It was very late. He rolled on his side and saw several empty beer bottles scattered next to him. He picked one up and read the label. "Earth Beer" it said in a simple font over a photo of Earth taken via satellite, or spaceship. He smiled, knowing he would never tell anyone and wondering if this was all in the handbook.

He walked over to the single ring across the path. Somehow his phone lay right where he left it that morning. He picked it up and the harsh light of the screen hurt his eyes. Deja Vu. It was later than he thought. He swiped up out of habit.

Zero notifications.

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