If you’re reading this post now, be aware that I’m not online…I scheduled this post to be published today – just as I did with the countdown for the concert, so I wouldn’t have problems with posts not published in case I’m out of internet connection, or computer malfunctions, or even energy cable malfunction – which was my last problem AND the reason why I have not posted on the third week of March.
If you’re reading this post now, and it’s 9:30 p.m., I am at Citibank Hall in the company of my sis Ana Paula Corleto, my childhood friend – and it feels like sister – Juliana Salgado, my beloved Adriane Oliveira, my dear Marina Duarte and probably with my very dear Cynthia Campello. This moment, this very moment I am looking at my eternal little prince Nick Rhodes going to the stage, to that spot he always stays with his keyboards. Right now I am not screaming, but everybody else is, surely. And yes I’m not screaming, but it doesn’t mean I’m not affected by the magic of the moment. My heart is beating faster, after four years of waiting I’m seeing him again. I must have that stupid look in my eyes, that same one you girls had when you were a teen and you saw that boy you like leaving the basketball court running to the shower.
The magic began in 2008. I can even tell the day: November 25th 2008. I can even tell the time! I mean, approximately: it was about 11 a.m.. He was at the hotel lobby, I wasn’t really there for him, as you may already know my role model is Simon Lebon. But when I looked at that blonde man dressed in a deep blue suede jacket, something happened. Something triggered that feeling of stomach butterflies that makes your knees bend a little bit and shake. I still can’t explain what it is. But everytime I look at him, or talk to him – or he talks with me – since then, it happens all over again.
And now my heart beats fast and I barely can feel my hands, I barely can feel my legs. Ok, I barely can feel my whole body except the chest, it feels like my heart is so full of love that it grows inside and takes all over.
What is the song they’re playing anyway? I can only realize when I feel everybody jumping around me, and yet, I remain the same, in the same place.
All I can do is looking at him.
After a while, of course I’ll be singing the songs, and having fun like everybody else. But the details of this concert, I’m sorry, I cannot guess (remember, this is a scheduled post I did in MARCH!), but I surely will tell you everything when I get home, tomorrow.
