The group arranges a meeting, usually in a room in a pub so everyone can get drunk, and we discuss what sort of show they want to put on. It it’s mu...ical I may be asked to write some of the links between songs but if it’s a drama I’ll do the entire show. It might be a crime or romance, it all depends on their mood, their timing and their intended audience. And so it was that on a gloomy Friday night in December I came to be in the upstairs rom of the Coaching Inn. The group is a mixed bag of. Because of the jacket the people on the highway had no idea of what’s going on, it was getting crazy and I couldn’t take it anymore so I just turned my bike to one of the side roads and started riding deep inside the baron road. She hesitated and asked me, where are we going? A shortcut I lied to her. I was taking her to a baron land on which a old marooned house is there where I use to go with my cousins and drink whenever we came to our guest house.I finally stopped the bike behind the old. . Ora che sei una ragazza avrai bisogno di un altro nome."Matt non ci aveva pensato prima. L'idea le creava sentimenti discordanti.Da un lato sapeva che non avrebbe potuto evitarlo, ma dall'altra cambiareil proprio nome significava in qualche modo abbandonare ancora un'altraparte della sua identit?. La colp? il pensiero che, in fondo, la suametamorfosi era solo iniziata. Quanto ancora sarebbe cambiata la suavita, aldil? del corpo?"Credo di si. Ci penser? su." rispose Matt.Una voce arriv? da. She followed the crowd through the palace gates guarded by uninterested, bored guards. Through the gates she found a vast palace courtyard filled with colorful tents and stalls. In the center of the courtyard stood an arena. To the side of the arena was a raised stand with seating for a hundred or so people, and placed right in the center of the seating, a raised throne. Some of the seats were occupied but most still empty. At the side of the arena a table had been set up. A smartly dressed.