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  <title>The Chicks get messed up</title>
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  <description>&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;MARGIN: 5pt 0cm&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Dixie Chicks&apos; studio&lt;br /&gt;Lubbock, Texas&lt;br /&gt;13.15 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Naaaaat!!&quot; she yelled, hands around her mouth&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yeeeeeah?!&quot; a kind of shiny blonde and winnowed haired girl replied, lifting her head up from a high heap of music sheets and putting her hand on her forehead. Martie walked in and leaned on the jamb of the door,standing in front of Natalie-biting her lips&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Errm...&quot; she began with worried eyes&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What??&quot; Natalie asked, getting a little bit anxious&lt;br /&gt;&quot;There is a problem, quite big problem actually&quot; she started playing around with her fingers&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What is it? Tell me&quot; she said waiting for Martie to give her an answer&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, Emily got blocked &apos;cause of the traffic, she called me...mmm&quot; she looked at her watch &quot;...about10 minutes ago I think&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Where is she?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Route 84, middle part- she was going to pass the border&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But what is she there for?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;To take the babies, you know Charlie said he couldn&apos;t...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;...he could not go &apos;cause of Bruce, yeah yeah&quot; she interrupted Martie, passing her hands through her hair and sit straight on her back&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes exactly...mmm so I don&apos;t know what we could do now&quot; she said, letting herself fall in the red leather sofa with a soft thud&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Uuhh my!!&quot; Natalie exclaimed, sighing; then both of them turned to each other and their eyes met. They could share their thoughts with no words at all, it was a sort of solidarity of understanding climate, they liked it; Martie skewed her head a bit and cracked a smile, Natalie winked at her putting a grimace on her face, then she stood up and went to hug Martie&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Awws my babe!&quot; she said hugging her in return &quot;We have to wait...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;MARGIN: 5pt 0cm&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Emily was supposed to arrive at the studio one hour and a half before, actually- the Chicks had to meet Carl and all the band to review the program of the concert of two next days and check the sound and the instrument out- but for a very bad luck break she got caught in a traffic jam. She got up and left Albuquerque at eight thirty in the morning to get Lubbock in three hours; she went to New Mexico to go fetch Gus, Julianna and Henry since they&apos;d been at their grandma&apos;s for a week, and carry them to Lubbock again so that Charlie could look after them while she would be with the band...&lt;br /&gt;...&quot;Daaaaamnit!!&quot; a twirl of peppy horns was surrounding the street, a long long queue continuing until the border, a sultry and hefty heat was pressing down and Emily was in the car, gasping for air. It was nearly two hours and a half she&apos;s been waiting for the frontier post to be opened again. She couln&apos;t take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Heeey, come on!&quot; she said &lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why don&apos;t we move along? What&apos;s going on?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair was picked up in a horse tail and many whorls were coming down all around her forehead while beads of sweat were wetting her skin. The tweens were both calmly asleep and seemed to not notice the situation and not feel the heat-fortunately! Gus instead- blue and red chequered blouse and beige sporty short on- tired and hungry was champing at the bit, keeping on trying to open the window, worrying his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Please honey, we all are fed-up but please let the door handle go, I told you it&apos;s dangerous&quot; she said to him, Gus didn&apos;t reply so she looked at him through the mirror and beckoned-smiling, he put his tongue out and Emily raised her eyebrows, quite surprised&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You lil&apos; paw paw!&quot; she yelled&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Naaa! I&apos;m not mommy&quot; he smiled and they both burst out laughing. Then she reached out for the glove compartment, opened it and took a bottle of water, she drank a little and closed it&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey baby, you thirsty?&quot; she asked&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mmm nope&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Are you sure?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes mom&quot;&lt;br /&gt;She turned and looked at him&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You&apos;d better drink a bit honey, it&apos;s hot here&quot;&lt;br /&gt;He said no shaking his head&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Aww please, come on take it! she handed the bottle&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Uum okaaay&quot; he said, taking it and starting to drink&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Good boy&quot; she smiled and put him gently&lt;br /&gt;Car analogic clock was saying it was lunch time- 13.32- and in fact Emily&apos;s stomach started grumbling, she turned the window down and looked out, right in front of her there was a never-ending snake of cars, no-one was seemed to want to move. She closed the window and took her bag, looked at her mobile phone- no message, then she took a book out and began to read&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;MARGIN: 5pt 0cm; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;-Eline, bent over the table, was picking the breadcrumbs up and throwing them away. When she finished she went to the window and opened it, calmly; a fresh air blow caressed her face. She was alone, the sun was enlighting the garden, dancing from tree to tree and make the petals of the flowers sparkle; every colour was so bright, everything was so quiet. She put her hands on the window&apos;s handles, closed her eyes and began breathing the air; the fresh fragrance inundating her nostrils and her soul as well, was making her feel fraught, full and glad. As soon as she let herself drown into that divine peace a dull thud, a sort of something- like branches that was breaking, was heard; the balance got damaged so she suddenly veered and her mind had to return to reality...&lt;br /&gt;...&quot;Beeeeeeeeeeep&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;MARGIN: 5pt 0cm&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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