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[chloe-3-chan]

Dear Every Body,

Hello! Nice to meet you. My name is Chloe.
You all like reading a various story.
By the way, do you like making a story?
Why don't we make a story if you want?
You can make it.
I start the story.

Sincerery Yours,


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Long, long ago in a certain place.
There was a young man.
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[Anuradha Chepur]

His name was Joe.

(Good game Chloe, I am joining.)

[pugachevV]

He was tall, dark and handsome and loved to play the piano.

[ad-miral]

(Good idea!!!!!!!) But in the recent days, he couldn't concentrate himself on playing piano that much. Sometimes he even hit on the wrong key and sometimes he forgot the melody while playing. But he wasn't noticing this, he sit near his computer till late in the night, always carried his mobile phone with him.

[Bob S.]

Not that it ever rang. It never rang. Not since she said good bye. He would sit on the piano bench, his right had mindlessly running up and down chords, while he stared with melancholy at the phone in his left, trying to will it to ring. Call me. You said you would call me.

[Anuradha Chepur]

Just then, the phone rang!!
He was about to press the answer key, it dropped from his hand, the battery panel came off and the call got disconnected.
He picked the phone, put back the battery panel and called back to the number, but it turned out to be a public booth.
Was it she who called? He wondered.

It was her. And she thought he is not interested in taking her call. . .

[ad-miral]

Joe slammed his mobile phone on the ground. Damn it! He hasn't heared her voice for such a long time, only short messages on MSN. (darling, I won't have time tomorrow, because of my hobby, you know, I really want to do it to perfection)
Now she has found some time, in a booth, maybe next to the dancehall, where she rather likes to go to. Some time apart from dancing...

Although he said he is fascinated about her hobby, but he is in love, right? And a boy in love wants to spend time with their girlfriend, right? Or wrong?
But she said to him that she didn't like boys being sentimental. Well, this was understandable, He also didn't want anybody to forbid him doing his hobby, but...

Joe sank his head, wrote a short message to her on MSN, whereever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you.

[deanna]

One day, Joe went out to meet his friends, but he was so surprised of what he saw. He froze when he saw her. She was with another man, walking together across the street. �I can�t believe what I see!� said Joe. He watched them disappear and then he returned to his house. He sat to play his piano, maybe he will feel better, but he can�t concentrate.

Few hours later, he was lying in his bed, when the phone rang, he saw the ID caller, was she. Joe doesn�t want to talk with her, but he needed to know the truth. Was she cheating to him? Or she really loves him? He needed to find out.

[Yinglish]

Meanwhile, in a galaxy far, far away, on the planet Floydo, Princess Athenia was in the final stage of preparing the imperial cruiser, S. S. Aphroditus. Aphroditus, an impressive work of the Floydian people, was embarking on a maiden voyage of intergalactic proportion. As a Nimphiz-class space ship, she was equipped with no less than six photon topedoes, two warp-9 main engines, and an antimatter-generating reactor core. In short, she was compact, well-armed, speedy, and hot!

In two short weeks, Aphroditus' intergalactic voyage would bring Princess Athenia in a collision course with the planet Earth. And, on this lonely blue planet, Joe would play a crucial role in determining the fate of the entire human race.

Princess Athenia stood on the balcony overlooking her ship's final preparation, said to herself, "Tomorrow, I shall go all the way where no Floydian has gone before. I shall touch the stars and proclaim myself Mistress of the Universe."

[ad-miral]

Joe awake from his dream... it was like reality to him.
Why did he dream so much in the last time, was it because of her???

She kept telling him that she loved him, but he knew, their love will only be temporally. At least that's what she told him. She said to him that she will dance in a famous American band, and that the contract was already signed.

What should he do in this situation, did she love him only because he could give money to her? Because she needed money now to survive her life?
He was holding the money in his hand, it was a big amount, he never told this to anyone, and tomorrow it was the day, at which he will hand this over to her.
Does he really want this? An investment, with no profit at the end? Months of his work, throwing into a black hole?

He cleared his throat. Even if their love would only be temporally, even if, but she was the only one in his life, who gave so much to him. Who let him feel being loved, really and truely. For this, he should let her feel happy, in the time he is with her.
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If I say "I love you" to someone, then I also have to say "I also love everyone else inside you, I love the whole world because of you, I also love myself inside you." -- Erich Fromm, the Art of Love

[Yinglish]

Joe: The Beginning

Jack reached down and clutched the lifeless and bloodied body of his wife, Jill. A bomb had just exploded nearby where Jill was standing. A piece of shrapnel punctured Jill's skull. Her death was instantaneous and painless. Grief, as potent as physical pain, overcame Jack; he felt as if his air supply had just been cut off. He would spend the next two months in denial and isolation, often clutching to the only memento of his marriage to Jill, a framed photograph of a young couple in bliss.

Darkness fell around him. Grief and alcohol numbed his senses. Jack's health was rapidly deteriorating; he was on a path of self-destruction. One more false step would bring his certain death.

Yet, there was a tiny, tiny speck of hope in Jack's darkest hours. The couple had a child two years ago. They named him Joe. Ever the curious and loving child, Joe would inquire of the absence of his "Mommy". It was Joe's incessant questions that brought Jack back from his shadows to the light of reality, momentarily as it seemed. Jack's frequent answer was, "Mommy is away at work." A fact not suspicious to the child because, near the end of the War, Jill was a traveling field engineer for the Transportation Department. Before each assignment away from home, Jill's favorite saying to alleviate Joe's separation anxiety was, "Mommy will bring you a brand new car." -- Referring to the small model cars used on her highway transportation projects.

Full two years elapsed before Jack emerged from rehab and found a steady job. He and the child rented a small apartment near the Urban Area. They lived there for many happy years, until the day Joe went to college. Jack's memory of Jill never faded. On each anniversary of that fateful day, as he laid down a bouquet of Jill's favorite white lilies, swells of tears and emotions would consume him. A note always accompanied the flowers, even before Jill's death. The note read, �To: My Only Love�. The child would write his own notes to "Mommy" at age five. Joe was informed of the truth of his mother's absence a year earlier.

Joe grew up a happy child, except for periods of longing for his mother and teenage rebellion. Nevertheless, he felt a lingering pain about the loss of his mother. When he was in college, he found solace in music as a piano student. The calming effect of navigating Beethoven�s Moonlight Sonata on the piano alleviated his aching pain. Day after day, long after school hours, Joe would play the piano well into the night.

[ad-miral]

The loss of his parent's was too hard for him. His mother has been killed some years before his father's death, and, although he hadn't been there, he felt pain, all the time, he missed her, and he realises he dreams about his mother again.

He gave out all the money that he had, to establish a concert. If he gathered enough money, then he could follow that girl to America. The girl's name was Jill, too. She had been his friend since childhood, and she seemed to know anything about the case of his parents. Why she always kept silent, why she never says anything in front of the police?

Joe's fingers were still typing, with Beethoven's 9th symphony in the air, plus some extra accords he composed, and a band dancing in front of him.
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If I say "I love you" to someone, then I also have to say "I also love everyone else inside you, I love the whole world because of you, I also love myself inside you." -- Erich Fromm, the Art of Love