EVERYTHING YOU CAN IMAGINE, IS TRUE
CHAPTER 2 - AND DO YOU ACCEPT THE IDEA THAT THERE IS NO EXPLANATION?
“Explanation separates us from astonishment, which is the only gateway to the incomprehensible” (Eugene Ionesco)
“And do you accept the idea that there is no explanation?” (Julio Cortazar)
He walked to the kitchen and left the coffee cup on the sink. The Microwave did ding, and he got scared.
“What the fuck…?” He opened it, but it was empty. Marvin walked next to him and jumped over a chair. Tom looked up at the clock. It was 3 o’clock in the morning…
That was more than just weird.
“Ok, I’m starting to freak out…” he said to himself. He thought all this weird things were probably some tricks his mind was playing on him because of the lack of sleep.
So it was three in the morning and still 7 hours until it was time for him to go to the studio. He and the boys were working on some new songs.
He decided to go upstairs and into his music-room, or how he liked to call it: his “cave”.
He walked upstairs with Marvin following him a few steps behind him. He entered his “cave” and sat to play some piano. Eventually he started writting down some notes, apparently he was getting to some new melody. He was really excited about the new melody he was writting it down in a really anxious way, probably that was the reason why the pencil tip broke up.
He had to stand up to find either a pencil sharpener or another pencil. He run out the “cave” to fetch it. Marvin decided to stay though, he was comfortly sitting next to the piano and didn’t feel like moving at all.
“Why I don’t have a pencil sharpener?” he was talking to himself again. He was getting frustrated because couldn’t find the pencil sharpener anywhere.
“Cool, I have plenty of money and no pencil sharpener…argh and where all my pencils went to? I’d swear I had like a thousand of them!” He kept on talking to himself while rummaging all the drawers on his desk.
“Why the pencil tip had to break up? Couldn’t it wait a few more minutes?” He said while going upstairs and back to his “cave”.
He sat and kept on playing trying to memorize the notes so he could write it down later on. He was concentrated trying to recall the notes by heart when he focussed his stare at the paper on the top of the piano. There was laying the pencil but the weird thing is that the tip was intact. Tom’s eyes grew bigger and stopped playing at that exact moment.
“How this happened?” He asked to himself and he took the pencil. He started touching the tip and it was perfectly intact.
“What on Earth?” He couldn’t stop talking out loud, this was just incredible.
He started thinking. He started playing piano, he started writting down and the pencil tip broke up. That was what he could remember.
“Marvin, did you see anything strange while I was downstair?” He asked Marvin and took him on his arms.
“I’m probably getting crazy because of the lack of sleep…” He said.
‘ring ring…ring ring’ his cell phone started ringing.
“Hello?” He said.
“Where are you? We are waiting for you mate. You are late…” It was Danny.
“Late? I thought we said to be at the studio at 10 o’clock…” Tom said.
“Yeah….and that’s why you’re late…because it’s half past 10 already…” he explained.
“No way!” Tom said surprised and took a look at his watch. Danny was right, it was already half past ten. He had never seen the time to pass that fast in his entire life. From his point of view it was like 5 in the morning still.
“Sorry, didn’t notice it was this late…I’m heading there now, see you.”
He took the paper he had been writting down the new melody on to show it to the boys. When he did, he noticed the pencil had no tip again. His mind really didn’t know how to handle that phenomenon anymore. He had been blaming it to the lack of sleep. He was really sure it was some kind of mind trick. It had to be a mind trick. He just thought no explanation was needed since the only thing he needed was some sleep…but do you accept there’s no explanation?
TO BE CONTINUED...
“And do you accept the idea that there is no explanation?” (Julio Cortazar)
He walked to the kitchen and left the coffee cup on the sink. The Microwave did ding, and he got scared.
“What the fuck…?” He opened it, but it was empty. Marvin walked next to him and jumped over a chair. Tom looked up at the clock. It was 3 o’clock in the morning…
That was more than just weird.
“Ok, I’m starting to freak out…” he said to himself. He thought all this weird things were probably some tricks his mind was playing on him because of the lack of sleep.
So it was three in the morning and still 7 hours until it was time for him to go to the studio. He and the boys were working on some new songs.
He decided to go upstairs and into his music-room, or how he liked to call it: his “cave”.
He walked upstairs with Marvin following him a few steps behind him. He entered his “cave” and sat to play some piano. Eventually he started writting down some notes, apparently he was getting to some new melody. He was really excited about the new melody he was writting it down in a really anxious way, probably that was the reason why the pencil tip broke up.
He had to stand up to find either a pencil sharpener or another pencil. He run out the “cave” to fetch it. Marvin decided to stay though, he was comfortly sitting next to the piano and didn’t feel like moving at all.
“Why I don’t have a pencil sharpener?” he was talking to himself again. He was getting frustrated because couldn’t find the pencil sharpener anywhere.
“Cool, I have plenty of money and no pencil sharpener…argh and where all my pencils went to? I’d swear I had like a thousand of them!” He kept on talking to himself while rummaging all the drawers on his desk.
“Why the pencil tip had to break up? Couldn’t it wait a few more minutes?” He said while going upstairs and back to his “cave”.
He sat and kept on playing trying to memorize the notes so he could write it down later on. He was concentrated trying to recall the notes by heart when he focussed his stare at the paper on the top of the piano. There was laying the pencil but the weird thing is that the tip was intact. Tom’s eyes grew bigger and stopped playing at that exact moment.
“How this happened?” He asked to himself and he took the pencil. He started touching the tip and it was perfectly intact.
“What on Earth?” He couldn’t stop talking out loud, this was just incredible.
He started thinking. He started playing piano, he started writting down and the pencil tip broke up. That was what he could remember.
“Marvin, did you see anything strange while I was downstair?” He asked Marvin and took him on his arms.
“I’m probably getting crazy because of the lack of sleep…” He said.
‘ring ring…ring ring’ his cell phone started ringing.
“Hello?” He said.
“Where are you? We are waiting for you mate. You are late…” It was Danny.
“Late? I thought we said to be at the studio at 10 o’clock…” Tom said.
“Yeah….and that’s why you’re late…because it’s half past 10 already…” he explained.
“No way!” Tom said surprised and took a look at his watch. Danny was right, it was already half past ten. He had never seen the time to pass that fast in his entire life. From his point of view it was like 5 in the morning still.
“Sorry, didn’t notice it was this late…I’m heading there now, see you.”
He took the paper he had been writting down the new melody on to show it to the boys. When he did, he noticed the pencil had no tip again. His mind really didn’t know how to handle that phenomenon anymore. He had been blaming it to the lack of sleep. He was really sure it was some kind of mind trick. It had to be a mind trick. He just thought no explanation was needed since the only thing he needed was some sleep…but do you accept there’s no explanation?
TO BE CONTINUED...
Your Name (you can use your nickname on twitter)
@natagomez
Comment
esta super la historia...y lei los 3 capitulos y me gusta el misterio pero pobre Tom...debe ser terrible sentirse asi de confundido ojala pongas mas pronto. Por cierto, te envie un correo con una fic que escribi, se llama "This is how we move on" saludos!
09/10/2010 12:43pm
Your Name (you can use your nickname on twitter)
@natagomez
Comment
esta super la historia...y lei los 3 capitulos y me gusta el misterio pero pobre Tom...debe ser terrible sentirse asi de confundido ojala pongas mas pronto. Por cierto, te envie un correo con una fic que escribi, se llama "This is how we move on" saludos!
09/10/2010 12:43pm
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@_biancacarrelas
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OMG the fic is so cool a lot of mysteries ...
06/14/2010 04:29pm