Alyara

It's written in the dialect of the town where the concert was (the last word might be spelled wrong, but I'm not sure. I live an hour away from there and we say it differently). It means "take care, guys"

Thanks a lot!

Was anyone able to record it?

It most likely will be in Italian, though. I don't mean to disappoint you, but I'm Italian and as far as I can remember, I've never seen a TV show in a foreign language and given that Mika can speak Italian very well... but of course I know nothing for sure, it's just my opinion based on experience

Indeed, that means Italy really does appreciate him a lot. Also, whenever he was offered something at the English radios, he accepted. As I said, I think it's more a matter of him being offered things, not of him not wanting to do anything outside Italy or France

You know, I really don't think he went to rai 2 and asked to have his own show, maybe more like the other way around. It's not always a matter of what he wants but of what he's offered and where. He always say he goes where he's invited.

It's just been confirmed. From Mika's FB: "E’ vero: sto lavorando a uno spettacolo per la TV italiana. Sono molto grato a Rai2 per avermi offerto la possibilità di realizzare uno show tutto mio , cosa che segretamente ho sempre sognato di fare, ma fino a poche settimane fa non avrei nemmeno immaginato che sarebbe stato possibile. Sono davvero emozionato, inizieremo la produzione a breve e sto sviluppando il progetto dello show: il tour di concerti che questa estate mi porterà in giro per tutta l’Italia sarà una incredibile fonte di ispirazione, ne sono certo! Ci vediamo in giro… e a Novembre su Rai2" Translation: "It's true: I'm working on a show for the Italian TV. I'm very grateful to Rai2 for giving me the opportunity to make my own show, which secretly I've always wanted to do, but until a few weeks ago I couldn't even imagine it would be possible. I'm really excited, we'll begin production shortly and I'm developing the concept of the show: the summer tour around the whole Italy will be an incredible source of inspiration, I'm sure! see you around ... and in November on Rai 2 "

From Mika's FB: "E’ vero: sto lavorando a uno spettacolo per la TV italiana. Sono molto grato a Rai2 per avermi offerto la possibilità di realizzare uno show tutto mio , cosa che segretamente ho sempre sognato di fare, ma fino a poche settimane fa non avrei nemmeno immaginato che sarebbe stato possibile. Sono davvero emozionato, inizieremo la produzione a breve e sto sviluppando il progetto dello show: il tour di concerti che questa estate mi porterà in giro per tutta l’Italia sarà una incredibile fonte di ispirazione, ne sono certo! Ci vediamo in giro… e a Novembre su Rai2" Translation: "It's true: I'm working on a show for the Italian TV. I'm very grateful to Rai2 for giving me the opportunity to make my own show, which secretly I've always wanted to do, but until a few weeks ago I couldn't even imagine it would be possible. I'm really excited, we'll begin production shortly and I'm developing the concept of the show: the summer tour around the whole Italy will be an incredible source of inspiration, I'm sure! see you around ... and in November on Rai 2 "

The host was reading the messages they were getting via FB and Twitter and had just read one that said (referred to Mika) "What the f*ck did he do?", that's why Mika reacted like that. They couldn't figure out what the message was referring to, but my personal guess is that it was referred to that weird random move he did at min 16.05

This is today's news http://www.televisionando.it/articolo/mika-dopo-x-factor-nuovo-show-su-rai-2-4-puntate-trasmesse-a-novembre-2016/165457/ http://www.davidemaggio.it/archives/133834/mika-rai2-nuovo-programma-musicale Apparently Mika's gonna have 4 episodes of his own show on Italian national TV starting next November. Not much more has been said, but that's the same channel that's also gonna broadcast Bercy gig in November, it might be a clue. Maybe that's why he turned down X Factor

I'm pretty positive he didn't even notice XD Unless he did it on purpose, of course, which wouldn't surprise me. I got used to expect the weirdest things from this man

I think the one in Milan was lighter in colour, more yellowish, and he definitely wore a white tee, not a shirt, underneath. He even wore a hat. But yes, it was a very similar suit, if not the same.

Oh, so I'm not the only one who noticed, I found it kinda funny. Isn't it the same one he wore in London in 2013?

I admit I was a bit lazy with this report, it took me longer than I thought. Anyway, here it is. Warning: it's very long and I didnt' say much about the gig, as it has already been widely covered in the previous reports. But, if you wanna have a laugh or two, keep on reading. I think I was the only person who didn't want to go to Bercy. I mean, of course I wanted to go, but I was scared as f*ck for several reasons. First of all, I hate to travel alone, secondly, I had never been on a plane. No need to mention, going to Bercy meant to travel alone AND take a plane. If I made up my mind and eventually bought my ticket, I have to thank two dearest friends of mine, who offered to help me plan my trip and were at my disposal for even the smallest doubts or difficulties I had. Thanks, girls, you know who you are and how much I love you!! For almost a week before the concert, I had some sleepless nights and massive mood swings, going from excitement to anxiety, from fear to confidence, it was awful and I really want to tell everybody who supported me and cheered me up that you mean the world to me, each and everyone of you. Anyway, the day came and I was ready to leave, kind of... The first half of the trip was pretty smooth, no major hitches or anything. I arrived at the airport and waited for my flight. About 20 minutes before the scheduled boarding, I noticed the gate where the flight was supposed to leave from was a little bit too quiet for my taste, so I decided to ask a hostess whether I was in the right place and, surprise, I was not. The gate had been changed without being announced. No big deal, I moved to the right gate and that was it. The flight was very smooth, I loved the take-off! We arrived on time and just when I was thinking I was glad everything was going so well, we were stopped at the entrance because the police wanted to check our ID's. A long queue and 25 minutes later, I was finally able to go look for a friend of mine who was waiting for me in the hall. We met and went to take the train to downtown Paris, which was way late, probably because of the strike, and so, yeah, we had to wait another extra 50 minutes. What the heck. We eventually arrived at the hotel, dropped our luggage and went straight to have dinner in a tiny Lebanese restaurant right next door. The food was really good! We were enjoying our deserved tasty meal and having a nice chat and who could we possibly see outside? Max and Curtis! After dinner, we went to meet some more friends in front of Notre Dame, took some pics, chatted, had fun, then we decided to go to the Tour Eiffel, hoping to be there for the sparkling effect that happens every hour. Needless to say, by the time we figured out what underground train to take, where to get off and stuff, we arrived too late. Just as we were coming out from the underground, there was this pedlar man who looked at us and said "Italian girls!" and then started to repeat my name over and over as we walked away. I was like "How on Earth did he know we're Italians? Why does he even know my name?!". I swear, I freaked out for a few seconds, even though I was well aware that must've been only an odd coincidence. He probably must've heard us talk and just said the first name that came to his mind, but still, I found it kinda scary. Anyway, since we were there already, we decided to wait till midnight, to see those changing lights. It was actually better that way, though, we had all the time to chill there on the grass, take some more pics and be silly. I was having a great time and was sooo happy I decided to go, despite all the insecurities. We went back to the hotel, which we all shared, at 1.30 am. The next morning we had a delicious breakfast at the hotel (orange juice, pain au chocolat, baguette, butter, jam, fruit, milk, coffee), then met with a couple more friends and spent the whole day sightseeing. It was awesome even though very tiring. We started our tour by foot from where we were staying, close to the Bercy arena and arrived, many hours and kilometers after, always by foot to the Champs Elysées. After a quick stop to Place de la Bastille, which was very close, we headed to Notre Dame again, where some of us waited for over an hour to go up on the towers. I think I never climbed soooo many stairs all at once in my whole life. Like, seriously, I even panicked a little bit while going up, because I couldn’t almost feel my legs anymore and was scared I would never make it to the top. I was already picturing my breatheless self stuck there, in the middle of a claustrophobic endless winding staircase, holding up the whole queue. But we are young, we are strong, right? and I somehow managed to make it to the roof and breathe some fresh air again. The descent, luckily, was a piece of cake. We had lunch right there across the street and immediatley resumed our tour. Next destination: Musée du Louvre. We actually didn’t get in, but enjoyed the glass pyramid and the gardens very much. Like the night before, we laid down on the grass and I have to admit I even fell asleep for a while. The plan was to walk to the Arc de Triomphe, then to the Tour Eiffel and take the underground from there to go back to the hotel. Sadly, we lingered too long at Louvre and only made it halfway through Champs Elysées before noticing it was getting very late and we absolutely had to go back, if we wanted to rest a bit and eat something before the gig. So we did. All the five of us had dinner at the Lebanese restaurant next to the hotel, then walked our way to the arena at about 7.30 pm. The queue wasn't too slow, luckily, we got checked by the security and split according to our seats. I was on the balcony on the very far right of the stage. I expected my seat to be quite high, but it literally was in the second to last highest row, I was basically swinging from the ceiling. Oh well. I'll skip my comments about the supporting act, since I completely ignored it (yeah, how rude of me, but I never happen to really like supporting acts), then it was Mika’s turn. My completely honest opinion about this gig (even if I’m aware I’ll be going against the flow) is that I was a little disappointed. Maybe my expectations were too high or maybe Mika stressed too much on the uniqueness and diversity of that show, but as a matter of fact, I really expected it to be way more amazing. The first thing I noticed was the backdrop: same piano as in the three previous gigs, same caravan and Heaven sign as last year, the only really new things on the main stage were a big throne and a winged heart, which I couldn’t even see very well from where I was, and an arch of light at the end of the catwalk. It looked to me like there were some random things scattered here and there on the stage, withouth a real theme. I definitely preferred the old backdrop with the gates and the sphere. I loved the huge writing at the very back, though, it was interesting, with all those videos and effects going on. The other thing I liked was the group of dancers dressed as a marching band (at least that’s what they reminded me of). But the set list was a big no-no, in my opinion. Nothing wrong with it, it was the same old set list, but that’s exactly the problem. Mika kept repeating for months how Bercy was going to be a one of a kind show and then what? He didn’t even change the set list. Meh. He didn’t even sing Promiseland, for goodness’ sake! Don’t get me wrong, though, I did have fun. I loved to hear Les Baisers Perdus live, with the lovely performance of that young acrobat guy, I loved Underwater, maybe more than I usually do. It was pure magic, with the string quartet at the beginning and 15,000 people lighting up the whole arena with just their phone lights. I sang and danced and clapped along, but yeah, it didn’t really feel like something particularly different from a regular gig, just in a bigger venue. When it was over, I met with the girls and we went waiting for him outside. I greeted some people I already knew, met some new ones and had fun with them. At 2 am, we eventually gave up and decided to go to a bar nearby to have something to eat or drink, we even ran into the supporting act girls and chatted with them for a while. I have to say I was way too tired to be able to articulate something that actually made sense in whatever language, so I just stood there trying to keep my eyes open and listening to the others speaking. We arrived at the hotel at 3.30 in the morning, I was basically dead, all I wanted to do was sleeping for 3 days in a row, but sleep is so overrated, right? Who needs to sleep, when it’s way more interesting and funny to be woken up by the fire alarm at 4 am? At the beginning, I didn’t even realise what the heck was going on. My thoughts were, right in this order: what the f*ck, is the alarm already ringing? And what is this awful ringtone? Why doesn’t anyone turn it off? I eventually decided to open my eyes, saw my friend looking out the door and asked what was wrong. As soon as she told me we were being evacuated, I grabbed all my bags, my shoes and rushed down the stairs barefoot, in my pajama, with my night ponytail all messed up. What a sexy girl! We had to wait on the street for about half an hour, I was freezing, but I was more worried about our friends who were sleeping in a different room, because I couldn't’t seem to find them anywhere. After a while, we gladly found out it wasn’t actually our hotel that caught fire, just a moped parked near the back door. We were escorted in our room by two fireman who wanted to check if everything was fine and tried to finally get some sleep. I was just about to fall asleep again, when the damn room phone rang: the receptionist wanted to be sure we were okay. For Christ’s sake, we only had 3 hours to rest, why did the world decide to end right that night?! Anyway, the world did not end, after all, and we woke up safe and sound and tired as hell. Of course, during breakfast, the topic was the night evacuation. When I asked the girls why they didn’t come out, they simply replied they had no idea what was going on and kept on sleeping. Okay, well, thank God there wasn’t an actual fire. We said each other goodbye and I headed to the airport. I arrived 3 hours early, threw myself on a chair and waited. I was tired to death, I wanted to sleep, I couldn’t wait to go back home, but guess what? Flight delayed because of bad wheater. That screwed up my connections in Rome, where I was supposed to take the train to the station AND the last train back home from there, over a 50 minutes span after the landing. It meant to be stuck in Rome for another day. I think the whole airport heard me swearing. My luck was that my sister lives in Rome, so I got in touch with her and told her what the situation was and she of course offered to host me overnight. I took the bus on the next afternoon, 5 endless, boring hours with no sockets (which meant using my phone was out of question, I had to save battery), no sleep, no room for my legs… the longest 5 hours of my life, basically, but at least I arrived home. Finally. All in all, it was a great trip. I would’ve enjoyed a little less hitches, but it was all worth it. A gianormus special thanks to my dear beloved friends, who made this adventure an experience I’ll never forget. I’m already looking forward to have more.

I'll start writing my report this afternoon. Brace yourself for another huge post with tons of non gig related anecdotes XD

I agree about the cover, I really hope this won't be the official one, it's so dull. The original being written in French? Really?? Now, that's something I don't understand, if it's true. It wouldn't make any sense. Not that I was expecting him to write it in Italian, but I surely was expecting it to be in English first and then translated to Italian, French and what not. He doesn't even write songs in French by himself, why would he write a whole book? Even if he's being helped by someone, again, why? He's said more than once that this book is kinda ruining his life, why make it even harder by writing it in a language he doesn't completely master?

I keep thinking this is so weird, though. The book was commissioned (is that the right word?) by an Italian publishing house, so the most logic conclusion to me is that the book should be released here first, or at least at the same time as in France, but I don't think there's such news here about the book coming out in just 3 weeks. I'm not really following how this thing is going, though, therefore if there's something I don't know, please do tell me. However, I think news like that wouldn't go unnoticed among fans and if this book is really coming out in 3 weeks, it's about time to get some official info about it, which we don't have yet.

Apparently, yes. Only 5 minutes

He could've asked his brother for help. Didn't Mika say he makes THE perfect bread?

I didn't, but as I understood by reading comments of people who did, apparently he wasn't even mentioned. Please correct me if I'm wrong.

Let's party with Mika all night long in a pub or something as if...

Tricky question: since this is gonna be a one-of-a-kind show and many MFCers are expected to be there and blah blah blah... is there any chance to arrange a meet and greet with him like you did in Montreal for the same reasons I just mentioned? I know it depends on a lot of things and of course people can always wait for him outside after the gig as usual, I was just wondering whether anyone had taken it into account.

That's so cool! Have fun everyone going, I'm already looking forward to read your reports

Thanks to all of you, girls. It was a pleasure to share this special gig with you, at least through my report. I so hope there were a proper HD recording of it. And I think Mika won my mom over. I found her listening to some of his songs and a couple of times his ad was on tv, she said "He was so good live!". I don't expect her to keep going to his gigs around Italy, but I'm sure she now knows why I go whenever I can.

Here's my report. Sorry for the delay, but I had a couple of things to write about it The concert in Bari was unexpected in every way. When it was confirmed that he was going to perform there, I had a moment of disbelief. A free concert. One hour away from where I live. He's never come that close and I wasn't expecting that at all. I had to be there. But then there was the ticket war. As soon as I learnt the tickets assignment was going to be random, I kinda lost all my hopes. I don't consider myself a lucky person, usually I never win anything and I was sure there were going to be thousands of people trying to get a ticket and only 600 available. I was ready to be left out once again. On the reservation day, I spent the whole morning refreshing the sponsor site, a little discouraged, but determined to at least try. Then, when I realised I really had the tickets for the concert, I just couldn't believe my eyes. In my head, it was all very simple: get the train tickets, ask my parents to collect the theatre tickets, go there, watch the concert and come back home right after. Of course even the most simple things never turn out to be that simple. I had some issues with the train tickets and four trips to the station were needed, before I finally had them in my hands. I was super excited, but I have to say my mom, whom I was gonna go with, was too. It was her first concert ever. We arrived in Bari one hour and a half before the door opening and, as the theatre was pretty close to the station, we took our time and stopped in shops along the way. We got there quite early just the same, so we decided to walk around the theatre, to see how it looked like, and there it was, one stage truck, all alone in the back of the theatre gates. It was enough to make me even more excited. Meanwhile, a small group of people had gathered in front of one of the side doors, where the audience was supposed to enter. We joined the queue and spend there more than half an hour, it was quite windy and not really a pleasure to wait outside, so we were looking forward to get in. When the doors finally opened, a security guy told us they would only let in people whose surname started with A to L and that all the others had to go to the opposite side and enter from a different door. Of course we were in the wrong line and had to leave, even though we only had something like 20 people before us, and found a hundred people in the right queue. At least they were moving pretty fast. We eventually got inside, had our tickets and ID's checked and followed the directions to our seats. We had to go to a loge at the second floor, on the right side of the stage. It was close enough, but I have to say the view wasn't the best. It was very small and quite triangular, with three chairs in the front, two stools in the middle and one only stool in the back, in the corner near the door. Poor mom found out that very one was her seat and she didn't seem very happy, while mine was one of the middle seats. Luckily, all the other four people we shared the loge with were very kind and we agreed on moving all the chairs forward, so that everyone could have a good view. I spent the whole concert on my knees on the stool, that way I could see the whole stage very well, even though it was a bit unconfortable and tiring. The concert was amazing. There was no backdrop, nothing at all. Just the instruments and some lights on the back of the stage. He was chatty and funny and it looked like he as well was having a great time. He started alone singing Porcelain, which I was so hoping for, after knowing he did it during the Asian tour. As soon as I saw him in the dark sitting at the piano and I recognised the first few notes, I must admit my heart almost skipped a beat. He was doing it for real. I cried the first time I saw a Periscope of him singing it, but have this thing: whenever I'm at a concert, I'm not able to cry of emotion. Maybe it's because I'm just so happy to be there and all I can do is smile or because I don't want to lose control over myself in front of strangers.. I don't know... but one sure thing is that I felt like I wanted to cry of happiness and my smile became even bigger instead. It's one of my favourite songs and it was magical. Right after, he greeted us and said he was happy to finally be performing in southern Italy in such a beautiful venue. He then went on with Talk Abou You and Grace Kelly. He made us sing and played a little with us, telling us when to scream or be quiet. It was so strange to see my mom having fun just like me. I didn't really know what to expect from her, but she was really enjoying it a lot. He made the usual little prayer before Big Girl and I heard my mom say she couldn't understand half of the things he was saying, even though he was speaking Italian. I can't blame her. I got so used to Mika's way of speaking that I have no problem understanding what he says, but it can indeed be a bit tricky, with all his little mistakes and made-up words. Halfway through the song there was a very funny moment with Tristan. Mika went next to him to make him dance a bit, I guess, but he wouldn't do anything, so Mika told him not to be scared, that we were there to sing, and dance and have fun. He was saying all that in Italian and poor Tristan was nodding to play along. I had just told my mom that the guy was English and had no idea what Mika was saying, when Mika told him (always in Italian) "You're not unserstanding a f*ck!" and made us laugh. He must've heard me. As an itroduction to Boum Boum Boum, he told us he started working in classical music in theatres like the one where we were and that when he first saw the audience from the stage, his life changed, but that there's not a big difference between the songs he used to sing at the conservatory and the ones he sings now, as all of them talk about the same things, about love, things that hurt, things we like but in the end they all talk about boum boum boum. He then kindly offered to explain us what boum boum boum is by doing a demonstration, because he had noticed some puzzled people in the audience. He made the usual hip movement, then a movement his arm and then with his head, but he moved the head so slightly that he realised we couldn't probably even notice it and said out loud "You can't see a f*ck". It was so spontaneous! I love it when he's so mouthy without being coarse.The next song was Beautiful Disaster and I would never ever have thought he would sing that one live. The people next to me didn't seem to know it at the beginning, they were all quiet, but then the chorus came and I heard the whole theatre singing along. It was really really nice and guess what? He didn't even mess up the lyrics! Very well done for a first time! Relax is an old but gold. I love all his wild moves, the jump with his legs bent back, the way he can stand on his toes, but what really left me in awe was what I call the Relax pose: that simple move at the very end, with his legs crossed and an arm around his head. Don't ask me why I love it so much, but I do and I had never seen him doing it live before. He had changed his jacket only 5 minutes before, but when the song was over I saw him going backstage again, despite the next song was already starting. I heard the guitar intro of Staring at the Sun and I knew he was supposed to be back already to sing, and yet he was nowhere to be found. He did start to sing, indeed, but I was so confused, he wasn't there. I kept looking for him on stage and I only understood he was on the balcony when I heard people scream and turned to see what was going on. I don't know if it was all planned or he decided to go there last minute, either way I was so surprised and pleased he did. I was even more pleased to see people were behaving really well and weren't mobbing him. Of course some of them went close to him, but he was free to walk back and forth along the balcony. After he stayed there for a while, he disappeared again an I pictured him singing alone while running down the theatre stairs and corridors. I looked around to see if I could find him anywhere and there he was, walking across the stalls, surrounded by fans. I wasn't lucky enough to be close to where he went, but as I said I was happy just the same to see he decided to trust his audience and go sing among them. It might seem a silly thing, but I think it meant a lot to all the people there. He had never done that in Italy before and after all the bad episodes of some crazy fans chasing and banging on his car, following him around and stuff, I thought he would never trust us enough to do such a thing. I'm glad he did and we could prove him not all his fans are rude and disrespectful. He jumped back on stage and sat at the piano, telling us the next song was written on a train from Shanghai to Beijing. His band gathered around him, they all had drumsticks in their hands and I was sure he was going to play Lollipop. He said "Stop your eyes. Close your eyes. Stop your... no, you say 'close your eyes' and imagine this train", and I was right, Lollipop it was. I was so happy to listen to this new version live and to see so many new things during only one concert. Another new thing happened during Underwater. I love that song to bits and I melt everytime I listen to that piano intro. It has a special meaning to me and I love it even more live, when all the lights go down and people turn into beautiful little stars, lighting him only with our tiny phone lights. It really gives me a sense of how many people are there just for him, so many that we can light up the whole venue. This time, though, he wanted all of us to stay in the dark, because he thought we hadn't yet sung at our best and "as everything in life is easier in the dark, singing as well is easier in the dark and you can sing without embarrassment, like we're the last people on the planet. You up there in Heaven, you have to sing like angels do. You down there, in front of me on the floor, you have to sing with the same anger as people in Hell. You there in the middle, you have to sing like people in Purgatory wanting to go to Heaven. To get out of Purgatory, you have to sing louder than the angels above, and you in Hell, we all know that's the best place to be". It was amazing and yet a bit scary to me to know where he and the other people were and not be able to see anything. I almost felt helpless, but on the other hand there was the power of his and hundreds of voices singing all together. After this beautiful moment, I had a little moment of panick as soon as I heard Stardust. Don't get me wrong, I love that song, but I really really REALLY can't stand the duet with Chiara. The thing is, apparently he does and brings her around Italy with him. Everything had been so perfect until that very moment and I was afraid to see her walk on stage. I was like "Oh, no. Why?", but I was resigned. What else could I do? When he started to sing, I was ready to hear her voice and try to not let it bother me as much as I could. Can you imagine the relief when I understood she wasn't there? It was the first time I saw him sing that one live without her. To continue what seemed to be the the concert of first times for me, he soon after sang Hurts. I wasn't very fond of the remix version, I loved the acoustic one at first listening, just because I think the piano goes so well with the feeling of the song, but the remix slowly grew on me and I don't mind it now and I also have to say it's very good live. Then another old but gold: Happy Ending. His voice was sooo good and powerful. I'd been told many times how good his voice is when he does the last bit a cappella, but I had never had the luck to be there when he did it... until then. I saw him ask us to be quiet, which took people a while to understand. They kept being loud and I was getting mad at them. What if he gave up because they couldn't keep their mouths shut? After what felt like an eternity, he got the silence he was asking for, we were all quietly waiting for him to do his magic. He started to sing unplugged and what could possibily happen? Some girls started to sing along! No way, I was in disbelief. What the hell were they thinking?! The whole audience shushed them quite harshly, but really, there was no other way. I could only stare at him with eyes wide open and try to fix that moment in my mind. It was just perfect. Sadly, we were coming to the end. He bowed and they all walked away. I was quite sure there was going to be an encore, I was wondering what it could be. The first one to come back on stage was Tristan, playing the unmistakable bass line of Love Today. One of the girls I was with in the loge invited me to join her in the front, we pushed all the chairs away and got ready to go crazy. He sang a bit of the song, then he said it was a pleasure for him to sing there and, for absolutely no reason, started a nonsensical speech about mice. He was speaking so softly I had a really hard time trying to figure out what he was saying. It went something like this: "It was an honour to sing here, very amusing, but now it's time to sleep, so we have to quietly and respectfully go away, like little mice in the night, discreet little mice, like the mice living in this building. Thank you to the lottery for inviting me, but they probably didn't get rid of the mice, that will stay here forever, even after we go back home. This is to the mice." He went wild, jumping up and down, playing the drums with Joy, which incredibly was another thing I was dying to see him do. I still can't believe how lucky I was to be there. And then "Before leaving, angels, people in Purgatory, I have news: you can go to Heaven, but if you want, you can as well go to Hell. You sang and now, for the last time tonight, together, when I count to three, we wanna see every person here start to dance. One, two, three!" and the craziness began. And now, it was over for real. As he was going backstage from the side of the stage where I was, someone threw him a little bouquet. He picked it up, look at the person who threw it and smiled. It was one of those hartwarming smiles, when his eyes sparkle. He thanked them, waved one last time and left. It was still quite early, we had the train back home only after an hour and a half and we didn't have anywhere to go, therefore I suggested to join the people who were waiting for him, at least for a while. I wasn't expecting him to stop or even come out while I was still there, as he usually leaves rather late and I couldn't stay long, but at least my mother and I wouldn't have to wait for the train alone in a desert station for longer than an hour. I tried to see if I could find some of the people I knew there to have a chat with them, sadly I found no one. There were way less people waiting outside than I thought, maybe something like 50 and they were rather quiet. Well, quiet compared to my last awful experience in Florence last year. No one screaming or climbing on the gates. Then I saw Mika's driver parking the car closer to the backstage door and thought that maybe I had a chance to see him go away. He did come out after a while, but I had no idea what was going on. I saw most of the people running to the gates and spread along them, at first I thought he has only got on the car, but they where still there and it was weird, so I went closer trying to find free a spot, but there was none. For maybe less than 5 seconds, I could glimpse him waving and smiling at people, but for what I could see, he didn't seem to be signing stuff or chatting with anyone. Then the gates opened and some security guys formed a barrier to keep people on the sidewalks, while Mika's car left. The windows were dark and we couldn't see anything inside, but I raised my hand and waved just the same, without even knowing if he was looking out. Everyone left soon after and my mom and I headed to the station, even if we still had more than half an hour to wait. While we were sitting on the platform bench with nothing else to do but try to stay awake and warm, I asked my mom what her thoughts about the concert were. She said she liked it a lot and I could see her eyes were heart shaped. She even asked me to tell her more about him and his story, so I did, starting from when he was born in Beirut. When the train came, I was still talking about Mika. This concert was very special to me, so many first times, as I said, from the venue to all the new things he did while performing. It was a real gift and even though I missed some of my friends and songs like Origin or Promiseland, even though I could only see him leave for a few seconds from afar, I couldn't have asked for more. It was amazing.