He stumbled over the plastic container and

He stumbled over the plastic container and mumbled a curse. His years in architecture couldn’t have prepared him for the extempore solutions he encountered as he was trying to bal

The room was mossy and sultry due to abandoned stuff, clothes and rubbish scattered all over the place, as if someone left the place on short notice, when suddenly

a huge cloud of smoke was raised and a deafening noise sounded, as if someone disturbed the building's hypnosis, as if the night was falling or something more active from outside

yet, where is outside? Wandering in the thick surrounding darkness, he kept thinking how much he enjoys the light, he wishes there could be a hint of light, isn't light marvellous?

Almost as if by magic, just as he was thinking this, a pinpoint of light appeared in the treetops. The sound of a thousand shimmering crystals vibrated in his head while the branch

es swayed to the beat of a distant drum. He stood perfectly still, watching the strange light grow bigger & brighter. Showers of sparks reigned down on him as a figure emerged from

the second floor, coming down the staircase. "Looking for something, bro?"Who's that weird guy he thought. But then he remembered Joey the drummer whose studio was up there in the

loft. But then he remembered again that Joey the drummer had died some time ago. Probably in Autumn from the colors in his memory. Joey was a decent guy, but now he was afraid and

Joey's final solo reverberated in his ears. The one were he spontaneously combusted. Joey's smile covered his whole face. "I'm getting the band back... IN HELL!"