Chapter Two - Meeting Muse Number Two.
Back at the Bus, Waiting for the rest of the pupils to come, I sit down and talk to the teachers.
"Hey Miss" "Hello! Well did you take any decent pictures?" "Yeh. But." "Let's See Them!" She snatches the camera off me. Argh! What will she think when there are pictures of Dominic Howard on there? Oh My God!
"Erm... Why is this Man?" "Just the worlds best drummer in history!" "You didn't harass him did you?" "No no no! He harassed me!"
The teacher just laughs and scrolls across the picture viewer. He says well done and excuses himself. He must really like Dom. I wonder if I'll see Chris. or better. MATT! But I doubt it. Just one muse boy is enough for me! More kids clamber on to the bus until everyone is on. By this time, I have shown everybody my prized possessions. my pictures of Dominic Howard. No pictures are allowed to be taken in the Tate. So even if I see a Muse boy there, No pictures. But I can get autographs! As time passes we are all really hungry. The teachers decide to take us to McDonalds. Yum! We are all marching out of the Bus, I stupidly remembered my art folder and BANG! I walk into this man and I just sit on the floor and rock back and forth.
"Erm, Are you ok?" "Yeh I guess I am, I'm so so so sorry I."
Never guess who this was? It was Chris!
"Hey! You're the bassist from Muse aren't you?!" "Yes, Come to mention Muse, I got." "M. M. May I have your autograph please sir?"
He Laughs in my face and yet again, muse boy number two signs my folder. I take a picture and stomp into McDonalds. Hut he calls out:
"So are you going to Tate?" "Yeh. Why?" "No particular reason! Goodbye fellow Muse fan!"
Blimey. Is this a dream or just a hallucination. I sit by my friends and talk. Nik looks at my art folder and whispers to me:
"Matt Bellamy eh?" "No you bloody idiot, It was the bassist, ya know, the one that fell flat on his face at the concert in Cardiff. " "Coolio" "Where did you get that from?" "The internet." "Lovely"
I just sat there, Thinking about the past, and what people I saw. I laugh to myself and some English people just stare. My friends explain to them that I'm in a case in Hysteria but no my friend, I think that I'm amused.
More still to come!
Back at the Bus, Waiting for the rest of the pupils to come, I sit down and talk to the teachers.
"Hey Miss" "Hello! Well did you take any decent pictures?" "Yeh. But." "Let's See Them!" She snatches the camera off me. Argh! What will she think when there are pictures of Dominic Howard on there? Oh My God!
"Erm... Why is this Man?" "Just the worlds best drummer in history!" "You didn't harass him did you?" "No no no! He harassed me!"
The teacher just laughs and scrolls across the picture viewer. He says well done and excuses himself. He must really like Dom. I wonder if I'll see Chris. or better. MATT! But I doubt it. Just one muse boy is enough for me! More kids clamber on to the bus until everyone is on. By this time, I have shown everybody my prized possessions. my pictures of Dominic Howard. No pictures are allowed to be taken in the Tate. So even if I see a Muse boy there, No pictures. But I can get autographs! As time passes we are all really hungry. The teachers decide to take us to McDonalds. Yum! We are all marching out of the Bus, I stupidly remembered my art folder and BANG! I walk into this man and I just sit on the floor and rock back and forth.
"Erm, Are you ok?" "Yeh I guess I am, I'm so so so sorry I."
Never guess who this was? It was Chris!
"Hey! You're the bassist from Muse aren't you?!" "Yes, Come to mention Muse, I got." "M. M. May I have your autograph please sir?"
He Laughs in my face and yet again, muse boy number two signs my folder. I take a picture and stomp into McDonalds. Hut he calls out:
"So are you going to Tate?" "Yeh. Why?" "No particular reason! Goodbye fellow Muse fan!"
Blimey. Is this a dream or just a hallucination. I sit by my friends and talk. Nik looks at my art folder and whispers to me:
"Matt Bellamy eh?" "No you bloody idiot, It was the bassist, ya know, the one that fell flat on his face at the concert in Cardiff. " "Coolio" "Where did you get that from?" "The internet." "Lovely"
I just sat there, Thinking about the past, and what people I saw. I laugh to myself and some English people just stare. My friends explain to them that I'm in a case in Hysteria but no my friend, I think that I'm amused.
More still to come!