Combination Lock Problem Maths

The More Things Change ... - Chapter 19

Update: D
I wanted to take advantage of the mini pre-chapter space to thank everyone who added me to friends these days and that *_________* have commented thank you very much, I'm really happy that the story you're willing *________*
course, thanks also apply to those who knew the story even before ... Heartfelt thanks to tuttiiiiiiiii *________* me happy **

oraaaaa And ... I leave the chapter, with Mr. Fran Rodgers, who missed a bit 'from these screens XD

Note: I just realized that, both in this chapter that in the previous one, I put my hair in the wrong Kurt XD that is, not just wrong, in short, are the ones that I put in when you create and not what I used in the presentation of photos, here · To fortune the cut is pretty much the same, so do not even notice that the hair ° · Visa that are seen in the presentations were more ... "Swollen", we say that is because if affects them that way to go on stage, here ._____.
(series: "Paraculo Manual: Lesson 8 - almost credible justification for its own distractions: D)

-E 'permission? - I ask, looking out the door of the test room.

Tony greets me with a smile.

-Fran! I was starting to give missing. Come on, just waiting for you -

I closed the door behind him, apologizing for being late out of the traffic there is a devil. Tony tells me not to worry, and beckons me to sit on one of the stools. There's also Kurt, sitting in a corner, her head bowed in greeting, before returning to the empty set.

Since Larry is gone, seems to have lost all his mirth. I can not blame.

I cleared my throat, breaking the silence that has suddenly arisen. I inhale deeply, preparing to introduce the speech first.

-So-what-start by going to do now? -

I refer to the band. During this month we avoided the subject, with both journalists among us. However, we can not continue to pretend that things are always the same. Without a drummer, we have very few choices: find a replacement or dissolve White Diamond. The point is that neither option attracts us.

Tony shifts his gaze from me to Kurt air uncertain. Fiddles with an old flyer, crumpling and stretching with nervous movements. He coughs a few times before starting to speak

-I thought about it a lot in those days. Larry was more than just a drummer: the band was a key issue. How many times has helped to ease tensions and get us on morality? Expect to find someone who can replace him in every way would be pure folly. Yet, I also know that he would never want to see us stop playing. Not after all the sacrifices we made to get this far. Not after having left everything to pursue our dream of music. I think ... I think the White Diamond should continue to exist. For him and for us-

nod. Little as I like the idea of recruiting a new member, Tony is right. Larry did not want to let go ... and we'd end up without the music.

glanced at Kurt, waiting for his comment. He keeps looking down, but will be charged as soon as he realizes to be observed. He runs his hand through his hair, twisting his mouth in an expression unconvinced.

-I ... I do not know if I'll be able to continue-mutters in a low voice-hear-I'm not sure I

to answer, but Tony goes before me:

-You do not have to take a hasty decision. Think calmly. Obviously, and I think I speak for Frances adds, glancing-prefer to have you with us. But I'm not going to force you ... actually, if you agree, I thought we could take a break for a while ', so to recover and organize your time. I already mentioned it to Paul a few days ago, and it seemed rather sympathetic-

Paul Thompson is our manager. It 'a while' since I saw him, but seemed shocked by the death of as much as we Larry: As has been unable to attend the funeral, he proceeded to call personally on the phone to offer condolences.

Kurt nods, throwing to Tony a look full of gratitude, though veiled by a shadow of sadness.

-The break seems to me a good idea. ... We thank you, guys-

I go to give him a pat on the back, trying to comfort him. Suddenly, I remember one thing.

-Hey, in the car ... I had an idea - start, while the other two looks at me curiously. I begin to search the pockets, to pull out a crumpled flyer, found this morning in the mail. "Tribute to Elvis", is written in large letters. Tony looks at the horror sheet.

-Damn, the graph that has this stuff is a real-incapable comments.

Kurt lets out a smile, probably the first for a month now. Exasperated sigh.

-I was referring to the event, who cares about the graphics of the flyer! -

Tony looks at me more and more puzzled

-you take us to see a tribute Elvis? -

I look up to heaven, while Kurt begins to giggle.

-Hell, no! Seriously, Tony, when you start making dumb six unbearable. I am referring to the idea of tribute in itself. It would be nice to organize a concert in honor of Larry ... what do you think? -

remain silent for a moment, pensive. I take this opportunity to explain better:

-We could do a round of phone calls to other musicians in order to figure out who would be willing to participate. I think I already have a couple of people interested in it, even their friends Larry. In this way, whatever happens, we would at least give a last chance to Greetings to our fans-

Tony seems to agree.

-I think a good thing, Fran. We can definitely start working on it. I think I have some other contact that may be helpful, he adds, thinking about it.

smiled, happy that my idea is liked.

-E What do you think, Kurt? -

I watch him stand up, keeping his eyes downcast. His face has taken over the term melancholy than before.

-I ... I think for me to go. Forgive me, but now I must run away. We feel for updates, okay? - Grumble, starting to head towards the door of the room.

We barely have time to say goodbye before it's out at the speed of light. Launch a puzzled look in the direction of Tony, who responds with a shrug.

-He had a commitment, he said. You know how it is done, the explanations are not his forte.

I nod, staring at the now empty place of Kurt, but I think his behavior last period. I thought at least we had finally learned to open up. Apparently not. Sigh.