Kapitlet kommer med största sannolikhet bli klart ikväll.
Jag har skrivit lite på alla möjliga ställen, på bussarna till och från jobbet, idag när jag väntade på ett Xumbapasset jag skulle hålla i skulle börja, och igår när jag låg och kollade på CSI-trilogin och Criminal Minds.
Har hela outlinen till kapitlet klart och väntar bara att orden ska fylla i alla detaljer.

Snart så!
Så länge kan ni få ett smakprov av kapitlet;

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You know it’s summer when you and your friends starts wearing shorts and a top and only complains a tiny but about the cold. And summer must be the greatest time of the year, no discussion. At east that’s what I thought, until I met Cole Bourdon.

 

Cole wasn’t the average talkative guy like the rest of the bunch. Instead he mostly lurked around in the background looking grumpy and glaring at people as soon as they even thought about talking to him. It was the guys (and Tangerine for some reason) who dared to even cross his path (the guys treated him like anyone else, joking and stuff even if the repeated response was silence). But when summer came he got started. It was too hot, too crowded, too much noise, and, on top of it all, Cole was allergic to pollen, which made him sneeze like a loon, and then complain about it.

 

Because of Cole’s characteristic whining that had started a few weeks earlier, I was surprised when he tagged along today. There was this mini festival with a lot of awesome bands and it had everything that he detested; big crowds, loud noises, a lot of grass, and as the cherry on top; it was a bright, cloudless, sunny day, rare for the English weather. Despite all of that here he was, enjoying himself. My theory was that he just didn’t want to be the only one who didn’t go to this and then had to stand the other guys talk non stop about how cool and awesome Enter Shikari was, which was the reason why we had gotten them to join us in the first place.

 

Us girls had just settled down on the grass after an awesome performance by Pendulum and the roadies were busy redoing the stage and doing roadie stuff to prepare for Hadouken! who were next in line. I lit up a fag and stared up at the sky above. Mandy, Tangerine and Fran (who were the only ones to like this kind of music enough to pay to see it) followed my example, except the smoking part.

 

“I don’t think I’ve ever experiences this kind of weather before,” Mandy said and stretched her hand towards the sun.

 

“I know,” I agreed. “It’s like God wanted us to enjoy this.”

 

“God doesn’t exist, you know,” Tange piped in.

 

I patted her head and sucked on my cigarette. “I know my dim friend. And you know that it’s just a figure of speech.” I was strangely in a really good mood for being me and considering everything that went on in my life, but how could I not? I was at the greatest mini festival ever, which contained nearly everyone of my favourite bands, the sun was shining and I had my cigarettes, which I more or less chain smoked between gigs.