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Published: April 10th 2011
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Waiting for a wild night
Victoria, Alex and Charlotte (expertly photographed by moi) It was a normal Thursday night at the Martin household. Giving my teeth a quick scrub down and pulling the shutters closed, I slipped into my slippers and padded down the hall to wish Charlotte and Edwige a goodnight. Poking my head into the office, I said a quick “Bon Soir” and turned back towards my room. I only made it a few steps before being called back by a particularly mysterious sounding Edwige. Intrigued, I sped back into the office.
“Danika” Edwige announced, eyes glittering mischievously, “we have a surprise for you……(I took the liberty of translating for all you non-frenchies)We got tickets for you and Charlotte to tomorrows BB Brunes concert!”
I gave a squeal of excitement (which may have been slightly premature since, at the time, I actually had no clue who or what BB Brunes were) and started firing off enthusiastic questions. Main question: who in the world were they??!
They turned out to be a popular French rock/pop group and, after listening to a few of their songs, I found my first true love for a French band. That night, I dreamed sweet electric- guitar- filled dreams and awoke in the morning itching
And were in!!
Waiting with impatience for the concert to start to go to the concert. Of course, there was still an excruciatingly long day of school to make it through first.
The seconds ticked by slowly, the sound of the teacher’s voice had become a monotone drone in the back of my mind …tick,toc,ticktoc. I raised my eyes impatiently to the plastic clock hanging on the wall for the one-hundredth time that class…..BRING!!!
Free at last! Stuffing my books into my knapsack, I exploded into the hall and let the ocean of small pushy kids sweep me towards my bus. A few quick goodbye kisses and we were “on the road again” to Charlottes house. Hopping off at the bus stop, I practically did a jig to her front door.
Yes, perhaps my excitement was a bit premature (we were not actually leaving for another 2 hours) but, powered by the same excitement as small kids on Christmas morning, I was unstoppable.
Two hours later, clad in my brand new jacket straight off the wracks of Zara, Charlotte and I were out on the driveway waiting for Victoria and Alexiane to arrive. At last, their sleek black car pulled into the drive and, after piling into the back seat, we
Charlotte and Alex
Can't wait for the concert!
were off. The drive ended up being only a mere 30 min so, as the concert was not scheduled to begin until 8:30pm, we were an hour and a half early. A long line snaked it’s way down the sidewalk to the concert hall entrance.
“It’s not that long to wait.” I gave and attempt at optimism. It was then that it started raining.
Huddled outside, we pulled out our dinner; a small sandwich and a banana. I instantly knew this would make not even the smallest dent in my ravaging hunger. Sneaking a furtive glance at Victoria, I saw that she too was thinking the same thing. I inhaled every last crumb of my sandwich and my eyes wandered hungrily over to a nearby sandwich stand. I was confronted by two options:
OPTION ONE: Not get a scrumptious, steaming, warm, perfectly roasted sandwhich.
PROS: Scenario of looking like a complete fatty is avoided
CONS: I would silently starve to death during the concert and consequently not have any energy to bust some moves.
OPTION TWO: Go buy the warm sandwich descended straight from the reaches of heaven.
PROS: It would be mouth-wateringly delicious, my hunger would be satisfied,
Mr Soap and the Happy Tomatoes
A bit of a difficult name for frenchie's to remember I would be totally charged for the rest of the night.
CONS: I would look like an absolute fatty…. totally worth it!
Pros having weighed out the cons, I cracked and made a bee-line for the stand; Victoria was right behind me. Warm food in our hands, we made our way back into the line where Charlotte and Alex were saving our places. Just as I sunk my teeth into the soft, crispy delight, the line started shuffling forward. A humongous bouncer hollered over the crowd that food was not permitted into the concert hall and would be confiscated at the entry. My jaw froze mid chew. The sandwich in my hand suddenly appeared impossibly large; the line seemed to be filing all -together too quickly into the concert hall. However, there was no way I was about to throw out 4 euro worth of delicious bread and meat. Somewhere in the back of my mind “Eye of the Tiger” started playing…me verses sandwich. Throwing back my shoulders and unhinging my jaw, I proceeded to devour the expertly crafted delicacy with unyielding determination. Sixty seconds later I stuffed the last morsel into my mouth and was swept into the concert hall by a mass of impatient BB Brune fans.
The concert was free seating so we made sure to secure a spot not too near the back (this was the best we could to without engaging in fist-to-fist combat with any crazy fans). There was still a good thirty minutes until the concert so, in an attempt to calm my somewhat perturbed post-sandwich-gobbling stomach, I began to chug my bottle of water. The results harvested :
1) My stomach had returned to it’s natural state of peace
2) My bladder felt on the verge of exploding.
Sill having time before the concert, I proposed to Victoria that we head to the washroom, then check out some concert merchandise…little did I know the terror the next 20 min beheld…
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