The Alchemist
How many times I've saved myself
That would be an excellent plot twist!
Even at his most boring, painstakingly composing a particularly dull paragraph for "Autobio', Morrissey had never once imagined he'd one day be a not exactlly exciting Morrissey-solo member. Certainly not one who called little dogs 'Miss Havisham." And yet, there he was. He was very confused: was he really from Gloom? Or was he from Manchester? It was so long ago, he couldn't remember...
Dogs couldn't help him, they never knew who Morrissey was. He stared at the Solo screen. Who on earth was he??! He couldn't remember ever posting on that site, but now, doubt was engulfing him. He wasn't even sure he wasn't that member who wrote poems about poo. Maybe he could do a theme album around that. Maybe Capitol would buy it. Maybe dogs would sniff his butt in the street. Maybe he would be loved again.
Right, that's it.
You're the latest contender.