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alex turner and brandon flowers

Brandon Flowers sat at his work station and prepared to write a song for his upcoming solo album, Flamingo 2. Unfortunately he couldn’t think of anything that didn’t involve converting Morrissey into a Mormon. “Damn!” He said aloud. “Hey now!” his wife Tana said, entering the room. She was holding a plastic bottle with a hole cut in the top. “That’s 25¢ in the swear jar. We talked about this.” Brandon sighed and dropped a quarter into the bottle. “I’m having writers block,” he said. “Why don’t you call that guy from that one band? …Papí?”“Papí?”You know the guy that looks like he belongs in The Outsiders.”“Alex Turner?”“Yeah!” Tana said, exiting the room. “Maybe he could help you!” “Maybe..” Brandon thought aloud. He picked up his cellphone, a Nokia from 2003. Strong as a brick. He called Alex. “wot m8”“Hey Alex it’s me Brandon from The Killers. I was wondering if you could help me write a song. You got any ideas?”“Yeah.. You just.. You gotta get a little.. Gotta get a little of that rock & roll..some of that good old fashioned rock & roll eh? You know?”“No.”“Rock & roll!”“Okay bye.” Brandon hung up the phone. Alex had some good points but he wasn’t sure how he could apply them to his music. He dialed another number. He would try his original idea. “Hey Morrissey! Listen, I see you’ve changed your number again-“

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