9

Fame, como uma canção final...

Enquanto eles cantavam ao redor deles em por último o Young Americans. They pulled in just behind the bridge He lays her down, he frowns Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?

He kissed her then and there She took his ring, took his babies It took him minutes, took her nowhere Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but All night She wants a young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American All night In the midst of the swaying, where they were dancing, jumping and dropping their musical waddles, where they were singing around everyone on stage.

But she wants the young American Scanning life through the picture window.

She finds the slinky vagabond He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang But Heaven forbid, she'll take anything But the freak, and his type, all for nothing Misses a step and cuts his hand, but Showing nothing, he swoops like a song She crias,

"Where have all Papa's heroes gone?" all night Being that they all danced together, holding hands, where they were laughing and continuing to sing. She wants the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American

All right Well she wants the young American All the way from Washington Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor We live for just these twenty years Do we have to die for the fifty more? All night He wants the young American Young American, young American

He wants the young American All right (all right) Well, he wants the young American Do you remember, your President Nixon? (ooh) Do you remember, the bills you have to pay?

Or even yesterday? Have been the un-American? (ooh) Just you and your idol sing falsetto (ooh) 'Bout Leather, leather everywhere, and Not a myth left from the ghetto Well, well, well, would you carry a razor (ooh) In case, just in case of depression? (ooh)

Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors Blushing at all the Afro-Sheeners Àquela hora, em que eles estavam cantando com o resto das floresta que ficou envolvidas com a luz do palco improvisado.

Ain't that close to love? Well, ain't that poster love? Well, it ain't that Barbie doll Her hearts have been broken just like you and All night All night you want the young American Young American, young American, you want the young American All right You want the young American You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler.

A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache (I heard the news today, oh boy) I got a suite and you got defeat Se jogando em um bando de arbustos, quando todos cantaram juntos os últimos refrões. Ain't there a man who can say no more?

And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw? And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging? Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?

Ain't you proud that you've still got faces? Ain't there one damn song that can make me Break down and cry? All night I want the young American Young American, young American,

I want the young American All right I want the young American, young American Young American, young American, I want the young American (I want what you want, I want what you want) All night You and I I want you.

I They saw that everyone was in the midst of the crooks, when they sang in the midst of all, in which they saw around them, many of the magical beings that were there on the curb when they saw countless participants... Young American, young American,

I want the young American All right And all I want is the young American Young American, young American, I want the young American As they were jumping and dancing, when they saw around them, audiences of nymphs, fairies and elves, who were participating and clapping their hands, in musical rhythm. In between the songs with the musical group, in the middle of the swing..., they stopped in the middle of the parties, when they were listening to Tsuki Miki applauding, in their clapping, they praised them, along with Tsuki who were dancing with each other their.

- Can you help me? – Tsuki said. - What will we gain from this, helping him...?

– Every one of those impish goblins questioned him. - I'm going to throw the biggest party you could possibly attend, sing and party for weeks, besides,

- I have something for you. – Tsuki said.

- Which...? - Which...? – Each of them questioned him. He gave a set of drums, along with microphones, to each of them, in which they laughed and continued to sing.

- If one day you want to sing and dance, come to me, and I'll take you to a good party. – Tsuki said.

- Let's charge, great friend. - They said. - What would you like to know?

– One of them asked. - Which way is the goblin king's castle...? – Tsuki questioned.

- Follow the beat. - Everyone screamed at the same time. She will take you to the end of the forest, follow it, to the dump, she will guide you through the petrified forests.

– The biggest one said. - From there, you open a magic door. - He said. When they left there, in which Tsuki got new friends.

That was an exquisite orchestra that was composed of magical beings, the music itself was a part of the magic, the songs were different, as for the moment when everyone was stranger, the magic was writing that world, the music was not far behind.

The musical sounds guided them through the forest, the drumming beat on the branches, on the trunks, on the rocks, he was following him running with them, between musical notes.

When Tsuki was after these twists, walking through the forest, enter while following the rhythm of the music, when they saw the entrance that was to go down one of several mountains of knickknacks, which they saw to what was the assembly of a dollhouse of size giants, in what looked like Barbie's dream house.

Even as they saw toys, books, diaries, dolls strewn about, to what was the cardboard of the mountain of garbage covered with products that were once homes, kitchens, clothes, and a leprechaun who carried on his back more garbage, bicycles and products such as washing machines.

Tsuki sat on a private mountain, where there were countless mannequins that were scattered there, where the old elf grumbled.

- It's all like the house of Barbie, Ken, some toys scattered, with clothes, toys everywhere.

Well, for the first time, he would have to miss, opening a door, he ended up pulling the lever, not before pulling the old leprechaun with him, on what would be a rock slide between roots.

Amidst screaming the chimera's name. - Alexander... - Tsuki.

– The beast screamed. With that, leading to the edge of a rock, with an immense wall and a hole that led to an immense and stinking marsh that stank with silt, mud, pus, and stench that expelled smoke, gases between stones.

- Why did you do that? – The old elf questioned him, dropping her mountain of garbage into the swamp so that she would no longer be seen in the midst of silt, mud and a smelly water that expelled a smell, strong fart sounds, in which they would have to almost fall, hanging, when the damn moment could come.

Even as they were hanging by a root, when they saw around them, almost there, for a rope to be thrown to help them to escape, they were walking along the edge of the cliff, until they left the ends of that wall, until they reached the bridge, where they had another bridge barely supported and suspended by railings in which they were caught by Alexander.