Title: My killer, my lover
Fandom: Muse, Placebo
Pairing: Molko / Bellamy just u_u
mentioned Rating: PG ... A little bit of turpiloq xD
Genre: Comedy
Alerts: flashfic
Summary: an angry frontman, bassist rightly impatient, a stoic drummer. It is a problem misappropriation of style.
Notes: c avolatina (lately I write a lot, but without publishing xD) ispiratami from my own commentary on the new single from Placebo playing something like this: "God, Placebo are the same Muse Muse xDDDDD! "Obviously, from a consideration so stupid after all and playful (although, sant'Iddio, Battle For The Sun ... It's tough , heck ° _ °!) could not be born a Mollamy equally funny and stupid ... and short, so if nothing else any grief will last little xD!
Disclaimer: all false, all free and more blah-blah heard xD
- Matt? So what? -
A sort of hybrid between a grunt and a growl envy felt was all that came out of a stiff lips Matthew Bellamy in response to the call of his friend.
Chris left the recording studio where the singer of Muse had been barricaded for about an hour - headphones and ears wide open window of Windows Media Player on the laptop screen - closing the door and looked up to heaven exasperated : - I can not believe ... It's worse than a kid, really! - Matt
Looking from behind the glass of the soundproof room, Dominic sighed: - I told you, Chris ... Let it cool off a bit '.-
- But if it is since we that has got locked in there with that stupid laptop! - Said the bass player, putting his hands through his hair.
He sat on a swivel chair and began to slide back and forth with a foot for a few seconds the only sound heard was the slow wheels rubbing on the floor of the room.
- I mean, can not take it seriously for so little ... I mean, it really is not that there are indeed some similarities so marked as to cry out to the plagiarism of style! - Christopher
paused nervously for a nail biting - and Dominic was sorry to see the usually quietly jovial companion so annoyed by something ... which unfortunately could never understand.
- is also beautiful, as the song. It is one of their usual chants repetitive boundary chitarrina rocker to keep himself in countenance by alternative bands
.- - .- True
- Well ... In this case, one has only to pay tribute to Placebo and amen! But Matt is acting as if he had the emotional age of twelve, dammit! This Molko has decided that its establishment from scratch of "Muse-izzarsi" is totally ridiculous! -
Sun shook his head, feeling that it could not rationally disagree with the advice of his friend, at one point Chris gave a & rsquo ; vigorous pat on the thigh, standing: - Just now I am ready to pull out of there ... He can not do the drama queen for this shit, we have an album to be finished! -
- Chris, aspe ...! - Tried to stop Dom, but only had time to attend the scene of an impassioned Chris who was trying to raid the room next to release Matt obstinacy and cruel silence which had fallen from the very ' beginning of the day.
On the lips of the leader of the Muse every now and then you could read some of the few words he had put forward as an explanation for its wrath - "style", "copy", "fucking queer".
The match, with arguments similar to granite, it could only be won by Bellamy, the much more reasonable Wolstenholme left the field, slamming the study door behind him and swearing on the little heads of her four children who never in life would have tried to come to your senses "that damn fool hysterical."
- May I? -
Dominic's tone was clearly ironic, in addressing his friend still locked in the isolation of the recording studio and his own anger. Matthew
not answered by a few minutes she had removed the headphones and the laptop was turned off, leaving him next to the stool on which was perched sadly. The drummer came up
cautiously, but not called to him again.
is lowered to take the laptop, sitting cross-legged on the ground to turn the headphones and settle on the sides of the head.
- In what folder you put it? -
- What a question ... In the Placebo .- said Matt acid, but far more serene than waiting for Dom.
The latter nodded, opening the file that interested him.
listened to all eight minutes and eleven seconds of a song and interview with care, as he had not previously had occasion to do, then he put a new laptop and headphones on the floor.
- Well? - Matt hissed acrimonious but always appeared more interested in the trial of his friend, who did not wait. Indeed
Dominic thought about it, responding to the end with an amused smile: - Well, 'you're not happy that, in addition to a secret lover, you have also risen to the rank of ... Musa ? -
- FUCK YOU, HOWARD ! -
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