2014 - MIKA in Naples (Nutella's 50th Anniversary) 18 May -- REPORTS/PICS/VIDS

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Thanks everyone for reports, I love reading them.

I watched the gig in streaming and I loved it so much. I don't really like too much the origin of love with some parts in italian cause it's one of my favorite songs and I simply love the original version.

Also I'm very happy because Mika was clearly enthusiastic

Since the pic of us all is already public on twitter, I suppose that it's fine if I post it here. If not, please tell me and I'll remove it

(and sorry, they are aggressively giant, I don't know how to resize them... if someone is willing to do it, please go ahead)

 

 

 

ha ha!!! It's exactly that!!!

Thanks a lot!!!!

This was the intention I made on 2014 new year eve.

Forget "Should. Would. Could. "

Go for "Did."

So I did it.

I attended my first Mika gig.

As you may know, my reports use to be quite long, but this one will probably end up in a novel, so I need to split it into chapters. It will take some days to write the whole adventure, so if you are interested in it, please be patient.

And as emotions follow their own path, the chapters won't follow the proper timeline. I'd like to begin talking about the gig, but I need to watch it again before writing about it, and I still don't have it. So, here we go, I didn't even read it after I wrote it, so I assume there are plenty of mistakes and probably it even lacks of some logic. As someone said, it feels like I'm experiencing a major hangover.

About foxholes, random acts of kindness and friendship.

Five a.m.

My eyes were wide open in the light of the dawn. Damn you, stupid sun. But above all, damn you stupid neighbors coming back to the flat totally drunk after being out all night long. I have a major mission to accomplish today, I have to attend my first gig. I need all my energies, I could have used another two hours sleep, but whatever. Let’s get up, no point in laying in the bed. This is why I got to the square before the time we agreed to be there. We agreed to get there at 7, I got there at 6.45. Aaaand surprise. About 20 people were already sitting on the cobbles. I took a look at the barriers: somewhere they were proper barriers, somewhere else they just were made out of those plastic crime scene ropes. Ok, let’s play CSI, I’ll go for the ropes. I thought they are easier to remove, or anyway to sneak under. I sat there and felt pretty well. The stage was about 20 or 30 meters far, I was among friends, the weather was pleasant, still chilly but the sky was totally blue. Which of course implied a burning sun in the near future, but I handle hot pretty well as far as I have an almighty sunscreen. And, for God’s sake, it’s not like we are in August.

We spent our time chatting and allowing the security guards to make fun of us (“these people are crazy” or, talking to the walkie talkie: “what? Mika’s not coming tonight?”) because we needed them not to be nasty at us. And after all, they weren’t mean and yes, we are mental to go there that early, so the least we can do is to take responsibility for it.

Around 9 am a security guy told some random teenagers that they were about to open the rope exactly where I was sitting, which cause a massive gathering of people around me, who were previously sitting pretty far cause they just arrived half an hour before. I had to stand quickly cause two children tried to step over me and people was already pushing me back. This is how I got in the second row in spite of having sitting there since the very beginning, but I didn’t care that much: I was surrounded by Italian fans I already knew, not by those young rude strangers, and I still was in a good spot. I think I remember that someone tried to tell the security that those people were already trying to pick a fight even if they totally jumped the queue but of course they didn’t give a rat ass about it. Anyway, I just tried to focus on my goal. I was been told that that was the worst part, as soon as it was over, we all could relax and enjoy the rest of the day. So, I tried to remember myself that as soon as CSI murder scene broke open to us, I would have need to run. I mean, not to run like when you are late for the bus. Run as your life was at stake. I know how it may sounds. 100% mental. But I do have my reasons. First of all, I’m a fan, and this is enough to explain half of the thing. Check on the internet what fan is short for, you will notice it’s not about cooling system devices.

Then it’s my first gig. I spent months listening to other fans’ stories, picturing how front row could feel like. I needed to know. This is enough to explain the other half of the things. And finally, I may not be able to attend anything for quite a long time because of some personal stuff (I’m actually already turning down something), which is enough to cover another half. So, do the math, I already have 150% reasons to act his way. Hence I was totally legit.

I expected the barriers opening to happen around 10 am, cause they told so, but probably they noticed that the pressure was getting higher and decided to open it an hour before. Which was quite good, I didn’t spent a whole hour getting nervous about the rude teenager crowd, I just suddenly saw the CSI rope falling down and I started to run. Run, run for your life. And here it was, the barrier was closer and closer and finally I reached it. I grab that iron and I felt in heaven. And, even better, I managed to stay close to a friend, who by now will be called here Friend, since I don’t know whether she’d liked to be mentioned or not. I looked at her and screamed: “We made it! We made it!!!!” I looked at the stage and felt totally awesome. My hearth was pumping, my lungs were filled with fresh morning air and my eyes were swallowing every detail of the stage, while my mind was already picturing him over there. That was pure joy. I know, I know, it’s silly. Whatever. Irrespective of the reason I was there, the feeling was wonderful, and that is all doing this stuff is about: feeling happy.

And I was. So much. So if you think that this is childish and shallow, just take your judgy attitude and get lost. There’s plenty of snazzy blogs about serious topics out there you can read.

All this epiphany of mine lasted about a second, then someone tried to force himself between me and Friend. I just had the time to think “WTF” then I realized that it was Iole, Log Lady, who was with us since the very beginning and was very welcome, so I took a step aside to allow her in. Here there were, the three of us.

I tried to look around to spot the others I lost during the run, but something dreadful happened. A huge pressure was trying to force us to shift to the right. We tried to resist but it was really strong and, even worse, it was not meant to stop. We shifted on our right about a meter, I suppose. But still, they kept pushing. I looked for the girl next to Friend to stop. She replied that WE were the ones who were pushing and kept going on. After some minutes I started to feel scared. I didn’t want to drop it, but I knew I couldn’t cling on the barrier with all my strength for the next 14 hours. I told them that we all were supposed to sit or to pee at a certain point, and we all had our spots front row so it was totally pointless to keep acting that way, but they didn’t listen. They were totally aggressive and rude and they started to pick on my Friend. They even pushed her on the chest with their elbows, and that is when I started to lose my clear mind. I suppose it was just about all the emotional burden I was carrying, cause there was no real danger, of course. No one was about to hurt me. Probably. Likely. But sometimes emotions just need an excuse to burst out and they find this easy path to do it. When I saw her treated like trash I was about to cry, I swear. I felt sorry for her and slightly scared for us all, so I asked the security guys to make people stop pushing that way, or someone would have feel sick in a half an hour. They replied that their job was to keep the stage safe, that whatever was happening behind the barrier wasn’t their issue. I replied back that if someone had end up hurt, that would have been their issue the, but they just threatened me to make us all leave if we didn’t stop argue. So we had no choice but to endure the madness. I actually feel pretty proud to have stood for my reasons with the pitbull-like girls and with the I’m-doing-this-job-since-20-years security guard.

Back in the day I just wouldn’t have dare. A friend of mine is now teasing me telling that after this gig someone should low my self esteem and that I even walk differently. Anyway, it’s not like I was able to sit on my improved self esteem and I kept looking sadly at all the people around who were starting to sit on the ground. We couldn’t as the nasty girls would have taken the chance to kick us out.

Even the girl on my right was sitting, while I was clinging on the barrier trying to contrast the push coming from the left side. This is when Melanie got to the venue. The poor girl. I wondered a lot about our first meeting and not even once I pictured it like that. I asked Andrea, a guy I met in Bergamo, to take my place cause he was the biggest among us. Andrea, my dear. You’re not fat, just to be clear. You just have man shoulders, a pretty valuable quality we all missed there. We danced what I called the Naples tango, a mix of “OMG I don’t mean to fondle you but we have no other way to do this” and “go and grab that ****ing barrier” and finally I was free. People from the second row on weren’t squeezed at all by that time. They were camping and chatting, and I reached Melanie pretty easy.

I was totally emotionally upset and I immediately told her that I wasn’t able to speak French at all, and that wasn’t my usual self. She seemed pretty understanding while I was hurring up to the flat we rented to allow her to drop her luggage, but I still feel a kind of bad: I was a kind of panicking savage with wild eyes who was about to abandon her on her own among strangers. Again, just to be clear on this: it’s not like I was ok with abandoning Melanie on her own. I was ok with abandoning even my brother, if I’ve had to. Ok, I’m a unique child, this may help, but you get my point. Remember, I was 150% legit. I wouldn’t have betrayed or taken over a friend. I do have ethics. But losing my front row spot just to hang out together, no way. I turned down other friends’ proposals about hanging out together.

By the way, I happened to stumble on a girl I met on internet because of my blog (Laura). She’s very nice and it would be wonderful to chat a bit, especially because crossing our paths in such an occasion was an amazing coincidence, but first row beats fate, so I muttered something like “I can’t stop, front row, sorry, panic” and I ran away. I acted pretty bitchy, I am aware now and I was aware then. I’m always aware, but sometimes I just can’t really pick a different choice cause my emotions rule. It’s actually pretty rare, I am a very much controlled person, this may help you to get how blurred was my mind over there. Anyway, when me and Melanie finally got back to the hot spot, I asked Andrea if he would have enjoyed to stay front row a while, cause I trusted him not to lose the spot so I was ok with him to enjoy the day show a bit. It seemed a win-win situation, cause he could have some fun and I was able to chat with Melanie and, oh my God, to sit. Eventually I couldn’t talk to Melanie cause she got stuck a meter and a half behind and the show was too loud to allow us to chat, so I chatted a bit with Ines, who I met in Bergamo along with Andrea, and some random people who asked to me from where I came, cause they heard me speak English and French so they didn’t think I was Italian. Again.

I enjoyed the sun, I enjoyed the concrete under my butt, I enjoyed my mobile and I just lay there like a snake trying to save energies. It was already pretty clear that I should have use my drink, my food and my energies pretty wisely during the day cause the loo and the chance to sit would have been out of the table very soon and I didn’t wanted to ruin my gig dropping dead just when Mika would have come out on stage. What do we say to fainting because of dehydration? Not today. I suppose I sat there about an hour, then Andrea was sick and tired of the first row issues and we danced again our tango. I don’t have a clue about what time it was, I suppose it might have been about midday.

I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to enjoy the show, which I sometimes did, I loved the kiss camera and some songs the party band played. The showman was likeable as well and at a certain point the promoters must have realized that we were no cardboard cutouts since they provided us some water. No highlights during the whole afternoon and no major chats, cause the sound was a way too loud. Basically we chatted really a few and just with the closest ones, I sometimes glanced at some Italians fans who were on my right, we shook our heads in bewilderment here and then, but nothing more. I think they could rest a bit more cause they actually were able to sit, I sincerely hope they had some fun as well. Anyway, it’s true that misery enjoys company, and even those quick glances helped me to feel that we could have make it alive till the evening. At a certain point I even decided to imitate them and I told myself “Ok. Now. You are an object and what does and object in an vacuum space? It falls. So, let yourself fall and see what happens.” And I did it. I fall on my butt and yes, I was a kind of sitting and, omg, someone put the corner of a rescue blanket over me. I felt cherished. This is what deprivation does. Deprive someone of something necessary for his well-being, wait some time and then give them back just a taste of it. They will be grateful to you for quite a long time. I didn’t actually feel a way too hot, but I enjoyed that someone thought about me even if I couldn’t pay back them in any way and besides it was a kind of screen which sheltered me for two minutes from the madness around. I don’t know how much I lay down that way, but it was just a few. I didn’t know it yet, but when I got up, that was the very last time I had the chance to sit. It was about 2 p.m. cause I thought that it was my last chance to get to the loo. I asked Andrea again for a little dance, which was a way more touchy then before because of the always increasing lack of room. Now even people in the back rows began to stand and I focused on my path in order to be able to come back on the same way so that people wouldn’t have punched me in the face for trying to jump the queue. I actually think I met the nice Laura girl at this point, not before as I wrote. I don’t know, I’m so confused….

Then the time just passed slowly, me, Iole and Friend hanging on the barriers like washed out rags, chatting a bit. I can’t talk for them, but when it comes to me, I can’t call it fun. When the showman headed towards us, it was clear he was about to ask how were we liking the day and I just was too tired to lie, so I pretended to be from abroad. He didn’t buy it but he let me alone, so it worked perfectly. Anytime I started to feel nautious, I drank a bit and had some sweet. If it sounds like a kind of life in a foxhole, well, it’s because it was. It was painful, it was boring, and we needed to eat and drink wisely. Hell, we even had enemies on the left side. I have to say, though, that they stopped pushing in the morning. The ones who began to push again, later, were the ones on the right side. Who knows why, I suppose it’s just the way those things use to go.

I kind of feel sorry for the musicians who performed before Mika. Some of them I totally hated, with someone else I just was too done to act like a human being so I just ignored them, while hugging the barrier like a Titanic survivor, my eyes staring the crack in a stone I decided to be my benchmark in order to understand if they were making me shifting or not. For those who wonder, I resisted pretty well and the crack didn't change its position after the first nightmare moments back in the morning. My arms today ache so bad, but hey, good job boys. I payed much attention even not to withdraw my elbows, cause as soon as I had do it, I would have tossed back. It wasn't easy cause I sometimes had to carry a bottle, a snack and my mobile at once, cause everytime I needed to take something from my bag, a limbo contest started and I found out I am a pretty good contortionist. I have to thank Paola for having endured myself scraping badly against her, Iole for having hold the food bag while I was playing circus woman (I forgot to mention that on my feet lay not only my bag but even the food we bought when we were sure it was possibe to eat and some bottles of water as well - yeah Mika, ask me to jump, here I am. Doom, da da-di-da-di doom, 1, 2 ,3, ok, I'm just raising my hands a bit, it will do), my greed for having made me get some sweets that actually saved my life, painkillers, for having supported us after the first 8 hours standing (I made a pretty good dealer but didn't actually take one), and my mobile.

The warmth I received through it, I won't forget it. You friends from abroad and Italy, you who are coaching and training me since months and sharing your stories with me, be aware that you supported me so much with your words, your advices and someone even with tweets to him in order to get him to know that I was there, for my first gig. Be aware that I felt cherished, loved and special. And this is what you get when you mess with a starving, emotional, wrecked me.

Well, I have to admit that even the Nutella that the promoters provided us as an award for still being alive did help. When I saw the guy coming with that bread covered with a major amount of Nutella I thought that I was starting hallucinating. But hell, I was determined to enjoy my hallucination. I tossed my hands over it, for fear of being too slow in grabbing it, and I suppose I just got it stuck to my palm. So what. Anteaters feed like that since ages, it will do for me as well. I've been told that even in Canada they saw me stuffing with Nutella. Bless the streaming. I actually have the vid of it but I can't post it here. Other people privacy issues, you know.

When it comes to the fight to save my spot, it was actually all about focusing on holding your pose. Which wasn't that hard when it comes to feet. They just were totally stuck, no way to move them. No kidding. I couldn't move them not even 1 cm aside or back and my hips were so squeezed that my jeans tended to fall down (I assume that the lack of both water and food did help on that). Andrea, who took over me while I was going to the loo, told that he was pretty impressed about the squeezing at that happend about 2 p.m. Imagine how it was at 20 p.m. Somewhere in the afternoon I decided to try again the I'm-an-object trick. Well, guys, be aware that human bodies are not objects and this time I just got suspended. No way that my butt could reach the ground, I swear.

Friend told me that this was the worst. That if I faced this as my first gig, then I could face whatever. But she and all my supportive friends from abroad also told me that whenever Mika would have come out on the stage all the pain would have be gone.

Then the Origin of Love intro was suddenly played and wrapped everything. I felt it in my chest and it was like my lungs and heart started to tremble and my soul became larger. And yes, the pain was gone.

He was on stage.

(if someone is interested in some pics as well, you can find them here )

He was on stage.

 

And it was beautiful.

 

What an experience!

 

I loved the teasing security guards. They're usually the best kind.

 

Usually.

 

Sylvie, this is wonderful

 

I loved the teasing security guards. They're usually the best kind.

 

Usually.

 

They were not. They didn't care about helping us, for what they cared we could have bleed dry as long as we didn't stain the stage.

Hello dear MFCers!

I also want a report about safety in Naples. Have you been assaulted, robbed or worse?

I'd like Naples to have its dignity back, if possible

So, 2 days after the gig I'm still in Naples, and still alive I was a bit worried to come because of what everybody was saying (also my French friends ) but the city is really great, I always feel safe. Of course, it's a big city, so in the crowd I'm carefull with my bag, but as I'm living in Paris, I'm used to such situations

And I want to say that I love the city and the people so much! First, it's absolutely beautiful, so many things to see! Then the people are really nice, very welcoming to me. I walked a lot in the city and never felt unsafe, I'm sure that if I get into troubles other people will help me. Well, I hope, I still have half a day tomorrow before leaving

So, everybody, go to visit Naples!! It's worth it :wub2:

(went to see Pompei too, it's amazing)

Yes it is in the deluxe edition

So, that's why the guy next to me was already knowing ALL the lyrics and singing with Mika all "Origin of Love - italian" long

I'm italian and I think exactly the same about it! Especially Origin of Love sung in duet with a girl doesn't make sense.

I don't know why but I always thought you were French...

You haven't been to a gig in Japan And even the first row was not a safe place But people wasn't rude - only over excited I'm very sorry you had to face experience like this I know how it distracts you from the show and spoils impression. That's why I prefer gigs in France, everybody is very polite And that's why I prefer small venues!

Are you sure you are not mixing with another country? It doesn't seem to me that French people are very polite but glad that you like to come to visit us

So, now is the time for my report... *deep breath* go!

I arrived in Napoli on Sunday morning after some problem with EasyJet (people, they DO check the length of your hand luggage ), I came straight to the piazza del Plebiscito with my luggage, in order to find Elwendin and other Italian fans who were kind enough to host me in their appartment (:huglove: to the 4 of you). I met Mine and her husband on the way, who told me it was already quite crowded, and it actually was There were already more than 5 rows I think, but Elwendin managed to leave her first row to bring me and my luggage to the flat.

Then we came back to the piazza, and I finally found myself around the 6 or 7th row (and, more important, I manage to keep this place until Mika's turn ), not far away from Eriko and JiEun, and not sooo far away from other MFCers. But, and that's important, finally surrounded by unknown Italian fans.

And that's the best part of my experience of this gig: all these people were quite young (not more than 22, even some were more around 15 I think), very nice, and it was their first Mika gig :wub2: Can you imagine how excited they were?!

I could chat with them and they were happy to learn some stuff about Mika they didn't know (especially that it's not a good idea to go to his hotel to meet him ).

Of course, waiting 10 hours was very difficult, I almost left around 3PM because I was not feeling well, but it was possible to seat so then I was ok. One of the girl next to me almost fainted 2 times, she had to be "evacuated" (?).

But when the other artists started to sing, it was really better, I enjoyed the 2 girls very much, and I loved that the people around me, and actually the whole crowd, was singing along, it was such a nice feeling and the atmosphere was actually quite relaxed at that moment. After the crazy fighting crowd I was expecting, this so nice atmosphere brought tears in my eyes (also, maybe the fact that I was really tired, and that Mika would sing in less than one hour and a half helped the tears to come )

I have to say that maybe the fact that I let 2 or 3 young people go before me because they were smaller helped. As I said in other posts I think, I am already very lucky to have seen Mika many times in France, so, as I'm tall, it was not a problem for me to be a bit more behing and it actually made me very happy to see the others so happy.

Then Mika arrived on stage.

And this was crazy, the crowd around me was shouting, singing along with him ALL the lyrics, that's why it was difficult for me to really hear his voice (so I can't really say if he sang well or not, I still haven't watched the recording of the show ). Except on Underwater, I told the guy singing so loud next to me that it was better not to be so loud because something special was coming () so he obeyed and I could enjoy I think Mika did it very well, and, of course, it was still the same "turn off all the lights" thing, but I love it so much that I cried again (). Half of the people around me were crying too on that song, what a communion

(to be continued)

Part 2:

So, my opinion on the various subjects that were already discussed here and on Twitter:

- I loved to see him on stage again, to see the showman again, he was doing more "seducing" things than usual in my opinion (the hips dance ) and I found it really funny

- Italian talking and Italian versions in Italy are fine for me. I think it's interesting actually, as someone said, that was something new in a show that we are used to (but I was not bored at all, even if I knew already all the funny parts and the order of the songs it was like seeing an old friend who I missed deeply). But I understand why some of you don't like the Italian / with a girl duet "Origin of Love". You are right that it doesn't really make sense like that.

- As I said, I can't really talk about his voice yet, but I could see that he lost his breath on "Love Today". I think it's normal as he has made no shows in a long time, I like that he said it himself (I felt it was like a "private joke" he was doing to the fans who think he should not do TV shows ) and I hope he will exercise more for the next show (with or without bf, Ingie ).

After the show, we waited a bit but some fans told us that he had left very quickly (because no shower ) so we went for having dinner together, and it was really nice to meet some of the Italian fans

Thank you for everything guys :huglove:

Sorry for the long report, I hope it is not too boring

And thanks everybody for the pics, reports, links and everything!

Love,

Elwendin, thanks for your report so far!

And don't worry about me, I understood very well the situation you were facing to so it was ok for me And I'm used to be abroad so I didn't feel lost in the crowd, don't worry

Actually, I am the one who has to apologize, I put more stress on your shoulders with my luggage problem, really sorry for that, and thank you so much for coming with me to the flat despite all the "front row problems"

Melanie, thanks for your report

Glad you got to meet some of the Italian fans

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Wow, amazing pics a great big fat reports full of anecdotes, don't care if it's 1am, I am sooo not about to go to bed now!

Thank you for everything, this is so great

(go back to reading. I've just get through the CSI murder thing )

Backstage pics from Mr.Luigi de Magistris ( the mayor of Naples )

Are you sure you are not mixing with another country? It doesn't seem to me that French people are very polite but glad that you like to come to visit us

I compare my French experiences with Russian and Japanese In every French event I had some space around me, no one pushed (perhaps just a bit, but I can responce) or tried to take my place and I felt quite comfortable almost all the time.

Japanese people are amazing but absolutely crazy during the show They all want to be in the middle of the front So it felt like I was in the very stormy ocean. I couldn't see Mika during the first song at all (I'm talking about Tokyo), I just moved with the crowd around me and was absolutely squeezed. I just tried to keep my feet on the ground and to keep some space to breath It was horrible to be honest. So I felt a huge relief when I managed to fetch away from the first rows and stepped back, found my place in the 15th row or so

In Russia I've been to many gigs of other artists (rock) when I was younger and it was like in Naples or Japan every time, people here are usually rude and care about themselfs at such events.

So yes, I prefer France

Of course I want to come to Japan again, I loved the audience responce to Mika on stage, I love the country But I won't even try to be in the front next time

Some of us Oldlings would have been very excited, as this was our first Mika gig too... just sayin'...

Thanks a million to all, for reports from Napoli - about both the small, and the really big things - it's always a highlight to read, and enjoy!!! And Eriko - you're priceless, for feeding us with the most amazing photos, non stop...

Love,love

me

I also want a report about safety in Naples. Have you been assaulted, robbed or worse?

I'd like Naples to have its dignity back, if possible

Naples is a beautiful city nothing happened to us.

The wrost was the young girls that have no clue about being in a festival front row.. but we survived

thanks for the reports, really enjoyed reading them! and elwendin, looking forward to read your part 2 with the actual gig! reading your report almost feels like 2007 to me again, when everything was just as new to me, and i wrote endless novels as reports! they're a great memory now.

They were not. They didn't care about helping us, for what they cared we could have bleed dry as long as we didn't stain the stage.

your description of the pushing and security guards is just what i feared would happen at this huge free gig. it's really the worst place to stand, even in front row, if people on your one side are sitting, and on the other side they're pushing. and i also have bad memories of italian security guards from vigevano - they were just as unhelpful and arrogant. ofc it's not their job to take care of the order of the queue, unless the management tells them to. but it f*ing IS their job to take care of people's safety!! they had only loose barriers for the heavily pushing crowd at the entrance in vigevano, and i'm still surprised that nothing happened - i already pictured the barrier falling, people falling over it, and those from behind running over them. apparently people in the crowd still had some sense, while it definitely wasn't due to the "security guards" that nothing happened! unfortunately it never helps to discuss with them, they feel superior because they're on the other side of the barrier, and they think it gives them the right to behave like a**holes.

having said that, i work as a concert security guard myself, and ofc not all are like that... - but you get this kind in every country, also here in munich there are only 1-2 event security companies i'd trust - even working together with the others isn't fun.

Melanie it was a pleasure to share the flat with you:huglove:

Sorry that we did not let you not sleep to much

After the show with Francesca (FrancilovesMika) & Iole (loglady) we were talking about the gig and how we felt and you are watched now how we can go for hours and hours talking:fisch:

I was disappointed that we did not have the chance to be next to each other....

I was glad to meet MFcers I know and meet you ones

We are really Golden ...

Ps Lucrezia next time first row with yaya sisters too

Are you sure you are not mixing with another country? It doesn't seem to me that French people are very polite but glad that you like to come to visit us

I totally agree with Zhenya. I've been to many gigs in France over the years and people have always been very polite. They're the most enthusiastic audience I have ever seen and there never was any rude behavior whatsoever.

Awww, thanks for backstage pics

Also, let's say Nutella's youtube page and I had a ... little chat and I ended up grabbing the video in HD 720*1280 (also came a nice 6 hours of people eating nutella but I threw them into a black hole so it's fine now ). I thought maybe some of you would be interested so here it is - the file was too big to upload it on one go (1,60Go mkv file, sorry for that but every time I tryed to reencode it to make it smaller I ended up with ugly pixels ) so it comes in divided .rar archives, I hope it'll be fine for everyone. Also, the password to open the .rar is mikafanclub.com (I hope you won't mind, I just wanted to keep the source from disappearing)

Under spoiler tags a real-size screencap and a 1min/22Mb preview sample, to give you an idea of what you'll get . Also, you should know that I spotted a little 2 seconds glitch somewhere in Stardust :/. That's the only one I remember (which isn't a 100% guarantee as I happen to blink sometimes but still )

And here it is to download the full show (Reminder: the password is mikafanclub.com )

-> https://www.sendspace.com/folder/57kwe3

EDIT: With a great big thank you to Log Lady who re-uploaded it all, here are other links for the exact same files (meaning you can DL half of it here and the other hald on sendspace, it'll work fine )

-> https://www.dropbox.com/sh/o6q5r9gjdyhzj3j/AABEJrdruqbTXRHZYTz4UUzsa

And here it is to download the full show, it'll come out in 6 rar parts, the last two are still uploading as I type but they should join the party pretty soon

 

-> https://www.sendspace.com/folder/57kwe3

Melyssa, I love you, thank you! What program do you use to download hd videos from Youtube?

Thank you all for the pics and reports, I really enjoyed them, it's like living it all over again. I'll write mine as soon as I have a moment, these last days have been mad for me. Also, I am still overwhelmed and I'm afraid I would write something too emotional, personal and cheesy. I still haven't made up my mind about what to write. Until then, all I can say is that I had the time of my life

I thought maybe some of you would be interested

I am but I'm too tired to try to understand what you write here about pixels and stuff So, my question is, is your vid better in quality than the one on youtube?

If it so, I'll need someone to send me a cd, my connection can't no longer download anything since the beginning of may and I'm totally frustrated.

I'm afraid I would write something too emotional, personal and cheesy.

I'll pretend not to notice you implied that my report is cheesy

By the way, I just wrote chapter 2, but I think no one could care. It's about us saying goodbye and Naples, so I don't think I'm going to post it. It's the epilogue, tomorrow I'm writing the prologue, some day I'll write my feelings and whenever I'll get that freaking file, you'll get the gig story.