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Subject: one boys amazing journey (to become a man): (a fame academy romance)


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kieron casey
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Date Posted: 02:45:10 05/03/04 Mon

saturday.
that was the day my life was going to change.
forever.
the morn was bright, ther was not a cloud in sight, and the sun lay across the horizon like a bay in a hammock.
my dispotion was warm; like a u.v. light.
alas i digress.
the weekend was here and i was going to celebrate the only way i knew how; by witnessing the latest jim carrey film at the cinema.
however i had to traverse to falkirk to complete my mission, little aware of what was going to become of me.
the film began at 4.45, i had over 4 hours to kill, and due to it being bank holiday weekend there was a festival occuring in the very city i was in. similar to bradford festival, or so i thought.
i wandered lonely as a star through the fields, until i heard the sound that would blow my life apart. with dynamite. a familiar guitar chime rang across the fields, one i recognised, a familiarity like my mothers
breast(s).......
i ran as fast as i could following the sound like a rat being led by the rich aroma of pastry (i know aroma is spelt wrong; it's a clever bill bailey style joke. oh wait.....).
my heart beat surely it can't be........
i heard the sound of a tender voice singin the words that we all know so well: "way up high, way down low".........
it couldn't be the calling could it? could it?
no it couldn't.
it wasn' them.
instead i was greeted by one man in a tight white t-shirt.
he was my destint.

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