Elwendin

Saw what a tuxedo is. Could borrow my hubby's wedding one

* gone looking for a translator

I hope there won't be a dress code. I don't own any nice clothes. I dress just like a man...

My point!

If we'll stay together more than during the show time, I'll plan to come alone and sleep somewhere over there. So let me know, I'll prefer not to sleep in the bus station... I'll look for a hotel ...

This is why I slept the night before Bergamo but couldn't sleep this night! Went to bed very happy, pictured the show, him answering the questions, talking... Then I imagined him singing and I turned from to Finally thought about my meeting-others-mfciers-extra treat and went

Now I'm anxious not to be able to go: fog, casualties, health... they not sending me the ultimate confirm e-mail..... Remember? I born donkey, can't turn out to be a horse.... Anyway, I'm waiting for a news on a personal issue on tuesday, but all my stress is on that show. So far so good...

I so hope you do manage! The more we are the better! But then you know... another longest report ever is coming!!!

They told me they booked my seats and to wait for the last email with the details. I suppose I can't be sure till I get that one .

I'm INNNNNN !!! I know, I shouldn't act like a 13 y.o. girl, but.... Please guys, don't hate me !!!!

Oh God, in Milan. Much closer. Ok, trying so hard to focus on forget this now

Is it in Rome? How did you manage to get in? Just because I'm curious, I won't travel to Rome ...

I don't like him singing in italian, as well. I don't like italian in general, period. Let's stick to english and french, please please please!!! Of course, it's not up to us..

Hi guys! If someone missed to record it, be aware there will be a rewatch on wednesday and thursday on Aky Arte. There will be Parc au Princes gig as well

I hope he knows how much some of us have appreciated this effort, so that he can feel a bit good having done it.

Oh, sorry, I forgot to mention. Thank God the speaker had a moment of cleverness and didn't ask the first question, whereas she did ask the second one but changing it in "When will you do a gig in italy?" He said this summer Let's see.... Maybe Allegra won't let him in order to avoid my next report

That's me getting emotional. So you better hope less singing, cause imagine what I can write after a gig !!!

Ok, here we are. A way too long report, I know. So, if you are not calling sick, you can read just the recap: everything was just perfect, happyness, met mika, got signed cd, got hug, got pic, met mfciers. That was not the first time in my life I drove for 2 hours to Bergamo. I'm used to it, I used to drive in foggy, icy nights to Genova, to Pisa, to Bergamo. But there was definitely something new in doing it for queueing about 7 hours among strangers, to enjoy a 10 secs company of another stranger. Still, when that morning I sat in my car and turn the radio on, I felt nothing but joy. No anxiety, no concern, not even excitement. It was just happiness and a sense of serenity, with a shade of strenght. I spent the following three hours in that blessed emotional state, enjoying an empty, perfect, foggy free highway. Well, they should have been about two hours. But since my sat-nav is basically pretty bitchy, it always makes me visit Milan suburbs (it makes me leave the highway, getting lost in the suburbs and then come back on the highway). I know, why I keep on listening to it if I'm aware it's garbage? In Italy we use to say whoever is born as a donkey doesn't end up dead as a horse. So, my lack of self-confidence made me taking this nice trip in Sesto San Giovanni, even though I was pretty sure I had to aim to Dalmine... I said I was in a blessed emotional state, not that I switched to a Superman me, so I did what the freaking thing was telling me to. Anyway, I didn't really mind since on my mixed songs cd popped up Mika's ones, so... When I finally ended up to the mall, after having got lost again (Mika's fault this time, I was singing Origin of Love from the top of my lungs...), I got inside to ask for informations. I asked a middle aged man who worked there. " Hi, I'm looking for the parking lot, the one at the second floor..." He looked at me, this 34 years old woman, carrying a back pack and a shopping bag full of sandwiches and a towel (to sit on...) and told me ": you are here for that dou.. ch.. eb...ag". I didn't bother to answer, since my replied was me, staring at him with proud instead of blushing. A kind of so-what-glance. It worked, since he finally helped me. So I got to the second floor, exactly on the stage... I met a guard who was very nice to me and told me how to join the queue. I wished him someone would be as kind to him as he was to me, which is my way to say thank you, and went down the ramp to join the others fans. They were sitting on the ground at the bottom of the desert anf fenced ramp, so that it was like walking a catwalk, but I didn't care. No blushing for me that day. I felt so comfortable with everything I did. When I finally reached those 30 people, I felt a bit alone, standing there, no one was paying attention to me, obviously. I take my time to check on my mobile, probably just trying to earn some secs while studying them, and finally asked two guys if they minded I sat close to them. I picked the oldest ones, I don't feel comfortable with teenagers. They suddenly smiled at me, and told me their names. Ines and Andrea turned out to be some of the people who got screwed in the Swatch thing. They were in Milan since 9 am, and didn't get in because of that Le Iene genius.... Lately I found out most people who were there were at Swatch. I really enoyed their company. We chatted all the day long, made friends with two China girls (one of them turned out to be the one who sang at the castings, I do hope you guys have seen that performance since Mika was so funny), and other guys who happend to be really fun. And funny as well. Everyone behave, and in a blink of an eye it was 13 am. Thanks to your advices I decided it was the perfect time to meet and greet the loo, and jeez, you were so damned right: as soon as I came back they removed the barrier and let us on the ramp, which was more narrow: that mess of people switched into a proper and insurmountable queue. I still don't get how but me and my friends lost many many places, whereas people who arrived about noon got in front of us. Anyway, I wasn't concerned, my feeling was that we still were in a quite good row. I wondered where Flavia was, since at that point it was impossible to me to make her join me. Some girls sang stardust - Chiara version - and I totally refused to join it. That's not one of my favourites.... Meanwhile security guards made all children to jump the queue with their whole families. I wonder where grandma was. Next time, my piece of advice is to ask your neighbor to lend you his newborn child. I mean, I agree that children who were in queue with us should eventually go front row. But what about the passing by families? "oh dear, look, there must be something over there, let's go and see" and they were invited beyond the gate. Anyway, my anger/anxiety level was deffcon 5. Usually it would be around 3. About 4 pm they finally open the gate, let some people in, then closed it again, so that we could reach the stage in small groups, which was just perfect. We could queue again close to the stage, while whe were offered some tea (I just had one since the loo was now less available than Mika himself). Everything was fine, if we don't mind the crying teenager who kept pouring tears for half an hour and the woman speaker who kept rant wasting Parc au Prince. She tried to get the audience involved, asking us for screaming. No, I won't talk to you. You are waisting Parc au Princes and you are so not like him when he asks the audience for that. Meanwhile she asked people for some questions for Mika. Thank God there were only two: "are you single?" and "will you EVER do a gig in italy". Well, I suppose I was high with all the sugar I had that day (a threat for me, that was my special day, no dieting for me!!!) since I managed not to feel ashamed for that. I just didn't mind. Still, gosh. At that time I was a few metres right behind Francesco's back. I saw him, I saw Mari, but didn't shout to greet them since they didn't know me in flesh, so I thought they wouldn't have listen to me. I planned to wait to be closer, when I would be on their right, but they left a minute before I managed to do it. I should have dare to... But again, I was born a donkey, my tail will never get longer or my ears tinier. Eventually I got on the stairs leading to the stage. Origin of love was on air, I sang it on my own, just for me. I never sing in public on my own, but I didn't realize I was doing it. And then, I was there. Music was a way too loud to talk, so I just said "I'm here just to say thank you and here I wrote why" and gavehim my letter. He put his hand on it and told Giulio to keep it. Then he signed my cd and hug me for the pic. I wish I could smell him, but I got nothing. Instead the feeling of his warm body under my hand is stuck in my head (he took off his jacket when he started the signing as to get ready for a hard work, which I guess it can be). Please, I hope no one thinks it was about arousal. It was not. I hugged him tight, I hope I didn't smashed his liver. I hate those weak hand shakes, this is why I hold him tight. Just hope he wasn't annoyed by that. Then I glanced at him, standing in front of him, saying "Thanks" again, meaning it for good. He smiled at me and glance back. Then I left, since there was nothing more I could do in such a situation. What benefit would I get standing there another two seconds? He had no time at all, I didn't want to be the one who was standing there with no purpose. It's weird. I'm sure he smiled and look at me, but I remember it like in a dream. I get no details, it's all messy and soft and shaded in my mind. Whereas I have this strong memory about his warm side (or maybe it was really his liver ) and about me staring at him saying Grazie. It's all focused on me, on what I felt, which hides his expression to me, as if I was so overwhelmed I couldn't perceive more. That pisses me off. Mika smiles at glance at me and my memory of that is blur!!!! What is wrong with me!!!! I hope that all this focusing-on-myself thing didn't block what I tried to communicate to him. I couldn't help but to act this way. When I left I waited for Ines, Andrea and the chinese girls, we chatted a bit and said goodbye. Then I asked Flavia and Lucrezia for meeting but Flavia was already gone. Lucrezia was so kind to tell me to join them at the restaurant at the second floor. I was sooooo happy to meet some mfciers!!! When I got there, I finally met Lucrezia and her mom, Mari and hubby, Roberta, Allegra. That was a way too nice to leave, so I hang over there till, I don't know, maybe 8 pm. Extra bonus: Mika left walking by the restaurant so that I could see him again close enough to realize it was real (two metres far from me), and got some signed printed posters. So, here it is. That was not the first time in my life I drove so far. But it was the first time in my life I made friends like that, out of the blue. It was the first time in my life I overcame stress and anxiety so easy. It was the first time in my life I didn't mind what people could think about me. It was the first time in my life I felt... oh God, I don't know. I felt this way. Happy just for the hell of it, there's no actual reason for feeling this way. I got a signature on a cd. That's all. It was the first the first time in my life I got why people queue for hours, and do want this freaking signature: everytime I look at it, I feel good. It's a voice shouting: that was real, that actually happend. That was the first time in my life I did something totally crazy and deplorable for a grown-up, according to.. well, to everyone but you guys. That was the first time in my life I met Mika. PS I just want to add that if for me that was an amazing experience I would remember forever, I guess it was quite an effort to him. It seemed as a production line, he couldn't even sit down because of the taking pics thing, everything was very fast and repetitive and my feeling is that he tried so hard to be fast and effective in order not to leave someone out. I do appreciate him with doing that. So many people were disappointed with the swatch thing, I think I tried to fix it. For sure he earned some money, but to me is more than this. It costed him quite an effort, but he did it. When it comes to me, I have to fix my blurred memory of his look, so there's just one thing I have to do: looking for another chance to meet him.