"Debbie?" Cried Brian crouched under a tree, turning over in his hands a tuft of grass torn and looking upon our group of friends who like ants in the middle of the open space and lush greenery.
"Yes?" The woman yelled at him without turning around, busy as he was to hold the stake over which Michael and Ted tried to fix the first end of what, in their opinion, should have become a common tent, a shelter for the night.
"You said that Pittsburgh has been identified as one of the areas where people will be saved if they spend the day in underground tunnels of the apocalypse, right?"
"They are called 'zones salvation ', "she pointed out.
"Right!" Brian grinned - "I remember the fateful date is within two months. Tell me, how will you survive once out of there? "
She took one hand from the pole and if the plant on its side staring at a furious look on man:" And this fucking question is that? "
Brian shook sly shrug: "If this ..." he said, pointing with one hand the group of friends - "is your idea of a refuge in which to start life anew after leaving the sewers, well, do one thing: come with me to Miami on Dec. 21 and get the end of the world dancing on the tables of a beach bar. It is very better to die drunk and stoned and enjoying the show from the front row, that cold and hunger as undoubtedly will happen to you! "
Emmett, who was working on the mission set fire to Drew, they also obtain without any success, turned to his friend giving him a conscious giggle followed by that of Brian.
In that exact moment Debbie lost his grip of the pole that fell tumbling to the ground, hitting the shoulder of Ted, while the tent came down lightly on the head of Michael turning into a ghost green plastic.
"Exactly," Brian grinned.
"Because instead of just standing there doing the Nostradamus of the situation does not get up your ass and come to help us?" She snapped angrily.
Brian merely raise your eyebrows looking as if she had asked him to do glider without a parachute: it was not an option.
wanted their party? That if we ever did ... if they could.
"Why not use the lighter?" Drew pleaded for the nth firm shake of the head of Emmett.
"Let's do this," Tucker exclaimed '- "Michael takes the pole, I see Ted and enter the tent."
"And I," asked Debbie surprised replaced about two feet in a role which he believed to be crucial.
"Go and collect firewood with Laureen, Shawn and Jennifer," Michael ruled.
"Oh yes, and so everything from fairy do I become a fairy of the wood, "argued the woman to the dismay of Brian: really were having, two hours from now, talking about fairies flowers, wood, fire, water, and they were serious?
shook their heads wondering how the hell was he going to spend that damn weekend.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy to call you?"
Brian snorted trying not to leak the irritation he felt: "The phone does not take this treasure, I think it's the fifth time I tell you that. "
"Pick a dandelion, whispering among its pistils a happy thought for your daddy, is blowin 'and you will reach the" proposed Emmett earned the unbelieving eyes of Brian.
"Really?" Small churches with wide eyes.
"Of course, small. Siem the fairy world, remember? "
" Right! "Scarlett smiled excited and ran looking for a head.
That would not have found, evaluated with unassailable logic Brian: it was autumn and we are only heads in spring.
"Where are Gus and Jenny?" Groped for churches to bring the conversation on binary logic and from the world of the living and not do.
"To make the magic circle."
"Which?"
"The magic circle," said Michael Emmett to removing the word - "What you do around which gather in the evening to form a circle of positive energy and endless," said added as well a satisfied smile.
really believe in it!
Michael believed in that crap and really enjoyed as well.
Brian threw his head in his hands and ordered him to think of the poppers, to Babylon, turned to a nice ass to lick at the Chivas and the gym in an attempt to curb the urge to return to the machine (distance approximately 5km) and drop everything in their world of fairies.
"Emmett will not do anything, please use the lighter!"
"This is the wood we could find, but we think it is too wet, it will fail to burn ..."
"There are not enough stones to complete the circle! "
" Keep up the tent until I post on the other post ... Keep it up ..., Michael ... ... Keep it ... fuck! "
"We took the water but the river is far away. The bottles will end by evening so you have to take the road at least eight or nine times between now and tomorrow night Mel and I have no intention of ever burdened with the mission and only us. So organizziamoci for shifts! "
" Daddy, Daddy, I can not find a shower head, I can not find a shower head! How do I send a message to daddy if I find a shower head? "
Emmett, discouraged, he sat beside Ted, sitting next to Brian, had in turn contract and looking at nothing in front of him when, as forecast the arrival at that hour had already been there a tent Wind proof, a bonfire, a pile of dry wood and ready to pop and enough water for two days.
"Do not take it," Emmett smiled, scraping the bottom of the barrel of his optimism - "It could have been worse ..."
"How?" Brian and Ted asked in unison.
"Well, it might rain ..." (*)
(*) 'Young Frankenstein' (note Sil)
A flash suddenly lit up the shapes of the trees and the roar that followed was so disruptive that does not take a weatherman to know that the storm was not close ... it was already on their heads.
Brian hoped that the Maya, the prophets and scientists had miscalculated.
If he was lucky, the end of the world would be in advance of a couple of months, just about to happen right at that moment.
'But what a beautiful day' - Ugolino
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJC0guCalgA
*****
"Have a good trip."
"Thank you, thanks for everything really. "
" Do not thank me, I have not done anything. You've done it all. "
" You are one of the most extraordinary people I know ... "
" See you soon?
"Of course! Next summer I come back as agreed and even after that. "
" Perfect. Say hello to everyone at home! "
" They embrace one by one for you! "
'I'm going home' - Celentano
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kr2gRni7bio
* *****
cold, tight covered in colorful that, fortunately, Jennifer and Debbie had had the foresight to bring, they sat around the small fire under the shelter of a small shed, natural stone, Tucker and Drew were able to trigger.
The storm lasted just a few drops that had been used to water the lawn. The tent was not yet mounted readily used to cover the wood collected by Shawn, Lauren and Jennifer, who had proved less humid than the women were afraid and hence usable.
But the cold was felt so overwhelming, forcing them to wear a sweater over light clothing fairy made by Jennifer and Debbie and sit on the crowd, close to one another and covered by clothes.
Brian refrained from any comment would have been averted because too much even for him, enough disappointed faces of children and those distress of each of them.
including Emmett.
Indeed, the boy was perhaps the most disappointed of all, because the other at the end of the trip was a 'game', he really believed we had the magic of that place. After all he had helped many years earlier and had not put in quotation everything that could go wrong. Above all, he had not put in quotation would not have found the magic that hung in the air at that time.
He felt like when you wake up in a beautiful dream and do everything to fall asleep again, hoping to pick up where it left off ... Even knowing that a dream does not go off and never woke up once it is lost forever.
was therefore in itself rather than entertain the friends who decided he could not end like this. It took strength and parandosi stood before them with a smile and pulled receiving in exchange a series of looks that were a mixture of disappointment, irritation, and compassion.
"Do not take it for a while 'Rain! De Mello said you know what? It is not the reality that change your mood and makes you depressed, but your reaction alla realtà. Se piove quando siete in casa o in ufficio non vi importa nulla, se invece succede durante un pic nic, vi arrabbiate. Ma la pioggia è sempre quella. È la vostra reazione alla pioggia che…”
“Emmett!” tuonò Brian facendosi una volta tanto portavoce di tutto il gruppo al completo.
Il ragazzo tacque e annuì prima di battere le mani e sorridere di nuovo incapace fisiologicamente di non trovare il lato positivo di qualunque cosa.
“Dobbiamo trovare i nostri nomi da fata!” ruled cheerful - "How can we expect to enter the world of magic fairy without a name," asked the children directly.
Their faces illuminanoro and Emmett was just that little step forward. The children were always more open than adults to be transported in the game and fantasy and Emmett thought that would help their parents and relatives disillusioned.
"by Yes," cried an enthusiast that Scarlett got up and reached man.
Emmett picked it up smile: "You know how it works?"
The girl shook her head.
"Each of us must find his fairy name based on the characteristics of his personality and his character, in short, a name that makes it unique here in this enchanted world and which is recognized forever. & Rdquo ;
The little girl thought for a moment and then broke into a satisfied smile: "My name is poised Fairy Ballerina!" (fairy dancing on tiptoe)
Brian smiled despite himself and gave Emmett ; the girl on the cheek a little bit excited, "Poised Ballerina Fairy?"
Scarlett nodded vigorously.
"I think you understand the system perfectly sweet, you see that you are the soul of the fairy!"
"I also grow wings tonight?"
The laughter of the sister group broke the tension of the last minute. Emmett shook his head smiling and turned to the other: "Then, squeeze your brains, do as Scarlett, listen to the voice of fairy you in the heart and give yourself a name! "
" Brother of a gun, "the crucial ruling Gus guadagnadosi admiring glances of all. Gus had in fact had the insight to use the word 'gun' gun, which in American slang is called a 'dancer'. Giving a real sense to its name - the brother of a dancer - and at the same time making it aggressive and important with this double sense of the word 'gun'.
"Bravo Gus!" Linds exploded with the same enthusiasm that Einstein's mother certainly had development of the theory of relativity by the child.
Gus smiled and shrugged his shoulders with more than reminding everyone what to do, growing up, looked like his father every day.
"I've already my name: Dumpling," Michael smiled, opening the way to adults.
"Er ... I could call me AD-dicted to Love, written with AD capital that calls my work," Ted ruled proud. Emmett clapped followed by the rest of the group and their smiles.
Everything was going in his place, he thought Emmett. It took so little, he was sure!
"Not that the whole word, 'addicted' I mean, do not represent you anyway," Brian spoke collapsing in an instant the smile and the shoulders of Emmett and the whole group.
"What did I say?" He asked pretending to be innocent and earning the usual decennial perennial look of reproach and disapproval of Mel.
parts of the woman with a scrutinizing glance: "You you could call ... "
Mel's eyes became a crack, ready to argue that he was still playing at that presumptuous to make the tough and cynical company's ruining every moment of peace just because he could not enjoy it.
"Jew's harp," said Brian sucked up a lip in the mouth in a hint of a smile ( the 'Jew's Harp' is the English name of a musical instrument from the woodwind sound so relaxing is called a 'breakout' also literally means' harp Jewish ')
The woman's mouth opened in a dazed expression. Obviously she had expected a name to 'Bulldog' or something similar, instead he called her 'Forecast' slipping so even his Jewish origins.
Mel smiled despite himself and Linds looked at Brian, who had turned back to look at Emmett, with a sweet smile on his face and maybe sad.
"Debbie, please, you are called Fairy Mary?" Cried Scarlett.
"Fairy Mary?" She asked doubtfully.
"Yes, that determine the fairy Tinkerbell and do everything you like so much! Like you can do it all and is also a bit 'cicciotella like you! "
Laughter erupted spontaneously from the lips of everyone, including Brian, the candor of the statement of Scarlett. Debbie smiled: "Then I'll be your Fairy Mary!"
"Thank you Debbie!"
"Please honey."
"And you can call Blue Fairy grandmother?" Cried this time to Jennifer.
"The Blue Fairy," asked the woman.
"Yes, it is the most beautiful of all fairy tales and even the most good," smiled the young to her tearful grandmother.
"So good that when Pinocchio is the piss running and turns it into a piece of wood ..." Gus snapped the smug grin of Brian.
"Gus!" I scolded Lindsay.
"I as I already have," broke Laureen, "Brian gave it to me fastened her at the time. Fairy Krishna! "
" What does this mean? "He asked softly JR.
"is an anagram of Shrink, shrink."
"So if you're a strizzarcevelli, I will Wring out Balls Fairy, the fairy casts balls. With all the double meaning that you would put "his sister ruled
's laughter all got louder. The dam of adult resistance was finally broken, and that wave is now in the middle of a one born witty and funny nicknames.
Brian followed the laughter, the shouting and the beating of the palms against each other with that look halfway between despair and disbelief.
Look who became a question when, as if they were remote controlled, all eyes moved over him and fell silent sovereign.
"Next Brian, the only one missing you!" Emmett urged.
He ran his eyes over them in rapid succession and then looked at Emmett: "Kill Queer"
The roar of laughter erupted in the sky now dark.
'Killer Queen' - Queen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZBtPf7FOoM
****
"And now let's hand, close your eyes and focus positive energy," Emmett ordered softly. Mel was safe to try for the first time in his life, a twin to the one thought of Brian: What the hell were they doing at night, cold, lost in a forest, so the only light a fire, all standing at the hands with your eyes closed?
were all gone mad?!
She sighed and it was decided to close their eyes more to ensure that all ended as soon as possible as anything else.
"What is the circle of energy?" Emmett asked watching Scarlett curious.
The man opened his eyes and smiled: "To channel the positive energy in the universe so that something good happens!"
Brian raised his eyebrows and sighed.
"And it works?" Continued the little girl.
"If you believe it, yes."
"If I see something good then I believe?" Scarlett asked rather confused.
Emmett smiled softly and crouched down to face: "You must see to believe, Scarlett, you have to believe to see."
The girl looked at him with blank expression. Nothing that he said the man had a sense for his immature sense of logic.
Emmett shook his head slightly, smiling: "It means that if you close now eyes, think of something nice that makes you happy and everyone does it with you, something good will happen! "
" When? "
Emmett shrugged "Tomorrow," he said to enjoy at least twenty-four hours before facing the disappointment of some girl.
"Ok!" Scarlett agreed, smiling, and reaffirm the right hand of Emmett and Brian left.
"So close your eyes and think of something beautiful ..."
All eyes closed. All except Brian and Shawn.
The man kept them focused on the fire, Shawn over him.
Brian felt every inch of skin trembling. It was cold, it sure was cold. But the cold does not cause the feeling of having a pool ball in his throat and unable to swallow the stinging eyes.
It certainly does not cause the sticky feeling veiled and he felt inside the stomach and the brain.
It certainly was not the cold to scream the 'why' he felt deep in the brain fly like a bat.
'Why?' Asked the bat and bit its neck to suck the blood to leave it empty, 'Cause now that everything had gone to the right place in his life, felt not to be safe? Because he felt as if the mountain that had so laboriously climbed, would inexorably Fran?
sighed loudly, looking up and staring into that of Shawn. His eyes shone through the flickering flame. He did not see his face but he knew that he was not smiling.
Thewas reading the soul.
Thus, for the first time in his life, faced with a lowered his gaze.
"Dad you have to close your eyes!" Interrupted Scarlett that she realized that her father had not fulfilled the mission entrusted to the group by peeking occasionally wring lids.
"Sure," Brian smiled.
But Scarlett's face was painted with sadness. Probably did not smile too convincing.
"Papa Do not you believe?"
"Hem ... Yes, yes, I guess," nodded.
"Daddy," she admonished her daughter with an adult tone, "do not have to see to believe, you have to believe to see. You close your eyes and think of something good, and tomorrow you'll see something good happen, "
Brian fixed his eyes on her daughter and smiled moved. He would do anything for her, everything. Also believe in fairies and positive energies of the universe if it were served to her.
So squeezed her hand, closed his eyes and smiled when the best memory of his life popped into his mind.
*****
Justin ran his hand over his face while continuing to sleep, but when the thing that was causing a slight tickle on the cheek bothers him a second time, opened his eyes, rose sat down and lit the lamp.
"Damned if you fly you will not take even one of your fuckin 'legs'!" Cursed probing the room with his eyes.
Again the tickle, now on hand.
"There you are maledet ..." he stopped looking astonished the palm of his hand.
What?
A shower room in November?
'A Kind of Magic' - Queen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rs1RlQKBRpA&ob=av2n***
Justin walked away from the wall, receding in small steps not to miss the fact that the prospect had already created on the painting.
focus all his attention to the shade of purple, of necessity, had to use to match the painted pieces of modern furniture that would have been placed in the space front, designed to make the entrance to the exhibition at the museum of modern art like an old living room, where, however, had nothing of the old colors and shapes.
When the phone vibrated, silently, in the pocket of his loose trousers work escaped immediate attention and drew his hand frantically in the hope the phone was Brian.
But it was his friend Ken from New York via a text message he wanted to know how she was going to Chicago.
Justin sighed and shook his head as he answered a 'tt ok'. It was early Sunday morning, Brian and Scarlett were still the party of fairies and Justin knew that they were unattainable.
But by Saturday morning he had watched the absurdly phone more than once in the hope that, perhaps, a shot of life of the magnetic field would have provided mate just send a message.
But nothing.
sighed and laid her in my pocket Iphone012 raising his eyes to make murals with distracted. It was perhaps that observance of escape without meticulous attention to detail that made him stare as if it were suddenly disappeared.
What the boy felt at that moment could not be explained in words. Only slowly forced him to sit cross-legged on the floor and to plant his chin in the palms open, elbows propped on the inside of the knees.
Unable to look away.
****
"Dad!"
'...'
"Dad!"
'...'
"POPE'!!!"
" Hum ... Yes, tell me that there ... "
" We leave the tent and let's see! "
" What? "
" Today, something good has to happen! "
" Scarlett around watching, they're all still sleeping ... are you? Scarlett's six, get down and go to sleep again. "
" But Dad, if we go out now that we are all still sleeping the first to see it! "
" What do you expect to find out from the tent, Scarlett? "
" We'll never know unless we go to see "
" ... ... "
" Come on Dad! "
Brian got up with difficulty and followed his daughter with a slow and careful not to step on anyone. He glanced over his companions, wrapped in sleeping bags absurd that made them look like sausages left to dry.
"Or are you willing to disaster victims in tents awaiting burial ..." he thought aloud.
"Eh?"
"No come on ..."
Scarlett slowly lifted the flap and hopeful tent of the green and Brian aituò ergendolo even higher with his arm.
Their heads popped by the opening and watched the outside.
Brian sighed and looked at her daughter without saying anything, just watching his expression be incredibly disappointed at the sight of land filled with puddles of rain through the night, and the sky full of blacks and threatening nuovoloni . Nothing else.
She had expected to meet in the world of Alice, however, thought Brian, had just discovered the world real.
put his hand on her head to caress her gently: "Let's go back to sleep on, it's still early ..."
Scarlett just nodded with an expression so sad that Brian's stomach for a moment became a ball of barbed wire.
'This is what happens to recount balls to kids' meditated furiously back to lie down and accept the child into his sleeping bag in a warm embrace.(Epilogue)
