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Feb. 28th, 2011 11:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lesmisloony I don't even know.
Alright.
Well, because I am perpetually late to all things ever (just like a certain Italian we all know and love) I arrived at the Gare du Nord exactly at the time my train was leaving. I was supposed to take the 9:01 and arrive in Bruxelles around 10:15ish, but I had to have my ticket rolled over and I took the 10:01 and arrived at 11:15ish. Not bad. When I got there I immediately decided my first priority was not to snoop around for the hotel, but to find the Forest National. I had casually checked google maps and I knew the directions in my head inasmuch as I was supposed to start on a street called Foreieoriajkdljfaldmfklalaan and then proceed onto Voriouieowhjkljfdamaksljxxxlaan and take the second entrance out of a traffic circle onto Zorahjksljfklzklxjkcksljklaan. The walk took ABOUT AN HOUR. I was going pretty slowly, though, but I don't know what the deal is with that.
I got to a big white building labled VORST NATIONAJDFKALJDKFLAJLAAN or something, but I didn't see any MOR posters or fans or... or anything. I got a little nervous. I saw a few tents set up along the sidewalk and decided to snoop around.
In the first tent, a guy had a table full of buttons and keychains and bad-quality photos... OF THE TROUPE. Oh good, I'm in the right place. This man apparently had a colour printer and a laminator at his house, because he had printed the most random pictures of Mikele, Solal, and Flo off some website and had done crummy arts and crafts projects with them that he was now selling! There were necklaces with pictures of Mikele surrounded by lanyard flowers and stuff like that. I was delighted.
And then I went past the next tent, which had a guy selling sausage or something, and just as I was approaching the opening notes of "Ah! vous dirai-je maman" burst out of some loudspeakers. It was a tiny Mozartville over there! I happily went down the length of the sidewalk, checking out all the little stalls, and as I doubled back I saw a girl in a pink Mozart shirt walking with a group of girls the same age and I decided to follow her.
She led me to a little driveway where several small groups of fans were huddled up and looking all antsy. It's the look of a stagedoor stalker. I know it well. So I stood with them.
I struck up conversations with a few of them, and I was just as happy as I was in Lille to be able to squee in French over my love of Flo. In fact, several of them complimented my French and asked how long I'd been studying! It was great. And I understood almost everything they said. I chatted with two different groups of four girls while we were waiting. UNFORTUNATELY they informed me that there would be no dédicaces after the second show. If I wanted a chance to hand out my dolls before curtain call, I'd have to find a way into the dédis after the first show. AND they told me that the dédis were INSANE.
Yayyy.
Suddenly a big white bus appeared at the top of the mountain and made its way toward us. All the girls started squealing and taking pictures, and sure enough I saw Jonathan Kerr in the front seat. Whatever happened to the Mozartbus from last year? I wanted to meet that thing.
But the guys at the drive next to us pulled back a big fence and the bus went down a hill and stopped next to a parking garage, close enough for us to watch everyone get off but too far away for us to interact other than scream hysterically when Flo got off. He was doing his shy thing and pretending he didn't know there were fans and not even looking at us. I wanted to be like FLO I'M GOING TO HOBO IT UP IN A TRAIN STATION FOR YOU.
I told the fans about my train station hobo plans and one said Well, the Troupe is going back to Paris right after the show. You should ask if they'll bring you. And that was when I decided that if I got a chance to talk to Flo I was going to ask for a ride back to Paris. I was going to say "You can put me under the bus with the suitcases! I'll be really quiet!" I just wanted to see what he'd say. I mean, obviously it would be no, but still. Maybe it would make him laugh and I love Flo's laugh.
Then two girls I recognised from Lille and the official Flo forum appeared. They recognised me too. They had just come from the hotel. I asked how they knew about the hotel and they said they were friends with one of the technicians and he always told them. WHORES. They showed me their pictures with Merwan. One of them turned out to be a HUGE Flo fan... and then she professed love for BRAVO MOZART GUY. I was like OMFG I LOVE FLO AND BRAVO MOZART GUY and the other girl was like You guys are the same person. Haha. The other girl was desperately obsessed with Nuno. I mean, obvs I love Nuno. If you don't love Nuno, you're wrong. But she was swooning over him and calling him her chou and then she told me what kind of car he drives and WHAT THE LICENSE PLATE NUMBER IS. The Flo girl said she knows Flo's car but not his license plate. GOOD BECAUSE THAT IS UNUSUAL BEHAVIOUR.
We waited around for a long while, and then when the first show started the two girls left to grab some food. It was cold and windy and kind of starting to rain.
I had passed a bakery with a window full of crazy-looking sweets on the way to the Forest National, so I went back there for lunch. Only instead of buying anything sugary I would up with a tomate-mozzarella sandwich because I can never resist ordering and saying "Mozart est là" instead of mozzarella. Also because said sandwiches are DELICIOUS.
And then I carried my sandwich back up the mountain. It was so cold and windy that I ducked into the building to eat, and I realised I could hear the music from the show that was happening. When I started my sandwich it was Six pieds sous terre. Since it was cold outside and I had nothing to do, I just stayed in the lobby, leaned against a wall, and eavesdropped on the entire show. I strangely never got bored. Somewhere around Tatoue-moi Diane actually went scurrying past me in full hair and makeup, wearing her bright pink Constance shoes and a bathrobe. I watched the guys at the souvenir stall dancing to the music that they must have heard a jillion times by now.
Mikele sounded really good during Je dors sur des roses! I continued to lurk during intermission.
During act two, a girl and her mom showed up and started working on a scrapbook thing. I sidled up and was like Y'all here for tonight's show? and they said yeah. They weren't the most polite thing ever, but it was someone for me to talk to. The daughter and I bopped around and sang along with Le Bien qui fait mal. A few other fans joined us and they were all talking to each other, but during L'Assasymphonie I held up one finger so everyone would shut up and listen to the YEOWWwwWWwww. Then I smiled hugely and they all laughed at me.
Not too long after that, a million security guys appeared and EJECTED US. They said we had to wait until people who had been to the show got in place at the dédis first, and then we could join.
DISCRIMINATION. I had been waiting since Six pieds sous terre!
So we all stood at the doors and pressed our noses to the glass. The two Flo Forum fans appeared again and we complained about being shut outside. One held a door open and we listened to curtain call. Then, just as the acoustic Assasymphonie was finished, one of the guard's beckoned us and we went STAMPEDING over to the staircase that they had blocked off for the dédicaces.
Why a staircase???
Anyway, I wasn't in the best spot ever because some fans from the show had already gotten there. But I was close enough that I would be able to reach the actors as they were coming up the stairs. If I had leaned over the railing and stretched out an arm, I could have put my hand on the shoulder of someone standing on the staircase right below me. So it wasn't too bad.
Guess who was out first? As always. It was Florent Mothe, the best person there is.
I didn't get a chance to get a video going before he saw me and a HUGE SMILE broke out over his face as he said "HEYYyyyyyyyy!"
I smiled and said Hi back and it was just like. Oh my holy God FLORENT MOTHE was so effing surprised and delighted to see me.
Seriously I was so amazed that my entire thought process was nothing but screaming and utter happiness for a long time.
Meanwhile the other fans were going INSANE. The girl behind me was laying all over me like a jacket until I was folded in half over the barrier. I think she broke all my ribs. And she only pushed harder as more people started showing up.
I took a few short videos of the crazy that went down, then smooshed them together...
Bruxelles MOR Dédicaces
Also you see me giving Maeva and Solal their dolls. Maeva's little happy shriek is adorrrrable. And Yamin climbing up on that thing! Also can you tell I didn't understand a dang thing Solal said to me? It was loud so I was like just Uhhh oui? The second time Yamin climbed on that thing there was a man on the stairs going NO YAMIN YOU GET DOWN and Yamin was like I DO WHAT I WANT basically. And the thing about throwing things at Flo at the end! I explain the first part in the video, but the second half of the story is that Flo signed someone's poster and then tried to throw it back up in the most adorably awkward way ever. It was like a three-year-old playing catch with his dad. Flo held the poster in both hands, brought it down to his knees, and then LAUNCHED it straight up into the air. OF COURSE THAT DIDN'T WORK. It took GP Asian's long arms to get the poster back to the fan.
The actors left but the fans wouldn't, so that Flo fan and I fought our way to freedom. I regrouped with some of the fans I'd met before the show and they were really pumped. They said they had tickets to the second show too and I was like HECK YEAH. Then I ran into Nuno Fan from Amnéville and we all stood around chatting for a while. Finally we decided to go in.
Once again I'll review the show (I mean Nunozart!) in a different post. I took about SIXTY VIDEOS and successfully captured every INSTANT of Nuno onstage as Mozart. Plus I got my high five during Victime de ma victoire and I'm pretty sure I made Flo laugh during L'Assasymphonie.
I had reseated during intermission so a spot on the aisle that was VERY close, and during the bit where he was saying "Et pourtant... sa musique est sublime" Flo's lovely glittery eyes were roaming all over the audience. I was excited as a moflo to have gotten such a good seat and to hear L'Assasymphonie which is basically the best song ever, so I had a MASSIVE goofy smile and had my hands folded right under my chin... basically a stupidly excited expression. Just before the opening notes Flo's eyes met mine and then he was desperately fighting down a smile as he said "Cette nuit". I was so shocked that that had just happened that I spent half of the song gaping, but after a second I realised he was doing SUCH AN AMAZING JOB that I gaped even more. It was like-- he was tearing at his hair at one point and he was in so much ANGST that he almost ripped his own jacket off during "Je joue sans toucher le beau". Just my luck that Flo is being amazing on the day I have to tape Nuno's every move and don't have enough memory space. Le Bien qui fait mal was one of the best I've ever seen. Flo was really into it and doing that sexy groan-y voice a lot and when it ended I was trying to think whether "I just got pregnant from that!" could translate alright into French so I could say something to the fans I'd met earlier... I decided not to. And during curtain call Flo was SO WIRED. Actually throughout the whole show he was making amazing facial expressions and really reacting to everything going on around him. It was so cute. In his entrance when he did his low, slow bow to the emperor he pretended to notice lint on his stocking and mimed brushing it off in a super haughty Salieri way. During Victime de ma victoire he punched off one of the dancers' wigs, did the Prince incongru boogie, and, during the last line, PIRHOUETTED ACROSS THE AUDIENCE. I have a video but I haven't checked how clear it is yet. And during the curtain call version of L'Assasymphonie he was bouncing and jumping up and down with his guitar and making silly faces at the crowd.
I'm pretty sure it was because he was excited I was there.
I mean seriously, the last time Flo's performance was notably outstanding was the time he saw my big old face in the front row, and this time he'd seen me at the dédicaces and knew I was comin' for him. He didn't know I was there at Amnéville and his performance was good but not memorable. What I'm trying to say is, we're in love.
Also I should mention that Mikele was in the audience. Before the show some fans spotted him and all of the sudden the WHOLE WORLD crowded in demanding autographs. He snuck out before intermission (which is a shame because he really could have learned something by watching Nuno's Je dors sur des roses) and then he snuck back in during Les Solos sous les draps, I think. I know when he snuck back in because at that point I WAS ON THE SAME ROW AS HIM.
Anyway enough about the actual show. It might take SEVEN YEARS to upload all those Nunozart videos, but I WILL SEE IT DONE and then I will have a big giant review of the show starring... THE NUNONYTAIL. And it will blow your mind.
In short, seeing Nuno as Mozart has given me hope that international versions of MOR with new casts CAN be a good thing. Though it was weird that Mozart wasn't Mikele, it was good and different and OMG ACTING HAPPENED. REAL ACTING!
So!
I had been told multiple times that there were no dédicaces after the second show. Eh bien, tant pis! Because the show ended at 9:30ish and I vaguely remembered the last train to Paris being at 10-something. If I could get back to the train station in under thirty minutes, I wouldn't have to hobo it up in Bruxelles for the night! I could get my ticket switched and I could get a full night's sleep before classes and I could live to see the next day.
So I took off. I put on my Flo hat and tried to look really intimidating and unappealing whenever I passed anyone. At one point a guy swerved toward me and I was pretty sure he was about to stab me, but it turned out he was just going into his house. Oh. But it was so scary that I spent the next few blocks kind of shaking.
Out of breath and slightly panicked, I arrived at the train station at 10:09! I saw on the board that the last train to Paris was leaving at 10:15, so I went running around trying to find an open ticket booth.
I finally found one and was like EST-CE QUE JE PEUX CHANGER MON BILLET POUR LE TRAIN QUI PART DANS QUELQUES MINUTES? and he was like heck oui and he stamped that thing and said normally he'd have to charge me twenty extra euros but since the train leaves so soon RUN LIKE THE WIND AMERICAN.
So I thanked him profusely and darted off, bounding up an escalator and arriving at the quai just as the train pulled in.
I didn't actually have a seat, so I just figured I'd wait until everyone else on the train was seated and I'd hop into whatever place was empty. When the doors open I lifted one foot to step on the train and suddenly JONATHAN KERR WALKED PAST ME.
I blinked. I turned around.
CORENTIN WALKED PAST ME.
One second ago I had been standing on an empty quai.
Now I was in the middle of the troupe of Mozart l'Opéra Rock.
They just effing apparated.
And they were getting on the train.
GETTING ON THE SAME TRAIN AS ME.
Uhhhh????????
DOES THIS HAPPEN TO PEOPLE?
So I got in the middle of some dancers. I turned to one that I vaguely recognised and said "Vous êtes la troupe de Mozart l'Opéra Rock!" and he just kind of smiled at me.
I got pushed onto the car and was standing awkwardly in the aisle like BUT I DON'T HAVE A SEAT WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO GO and after a few minutes I realised I was actually holding up the entire Troupe. So I went a little further and then just stood there. SIT DOWN TROUPE I NEED TO FIND AN EMPTY SEAT.
And then Flo got on the train. I was like... no way. This is not a real thing that happens to people. But there we all were. When he saw me I just kind of waved awkwardly and Flo waved back. Hahaha what is my life.
I had to smoosh over to one side so the Troupe could get by, and as he passed me Flo said "How's eet go-weeng?" and I was like "I'm a little bit overwhelmed right now." He kind of laughed and went away to sit in a special little VIP cabin at the back of the train. I dropped into an empty seat, but a minute later some people showed up and evicted me, so I went forward and asked some random hot guy who may or may not have been a dancer if the place next to him was open and he said yep.
I didn't know what to do with myself, so I opened a notepad document and just started typing in hysterical capslock.
I'm going to copy-paste it here for your enjoyment. Get ready.
(Also I know I keep referencing a Flo puppet. During curtain call these fans had taken pictures of members of the Troupe's heads, drawn on bodies, mounted them on cardboard and glued them on sticks. And they'd given them to the Troupe. So it's not really a puppet, but I couldn't think of any other way to explain it.)
Here it is.
HOLY GOD I AM IN THE TRAIN WITH THE TROUPE RIGHT NOW
THERE IS JONATHAN KERR AND CORENTIN WHAT IS MY LIFE
I AM HAVING A HEART ATTACK
I'M SITTING BEHIND YAMIN
LAURIE IS PLAYING WITH A PUPPET OF FLO
MY HANDS ARE SHAKING
FLO'S ALL HOW'S IT GOING AND I'M LIKE UHHHHHHHH I'M A LITTLE BIT OVERWHELMED RIGHT NOW
WHAT
IS
MY
LIFE
EXCUSE ME WHILE I HAVE ANOTHER FANIC ATTACK
THERE GOES MAEVA
JESUS FLO WHY AREN'T YOU SITTING NEXT TO ME
IS THIS REAL LIFE
YAMIN SAID ÇA VA TO ME
FLO IS A WAYS BEHIND ME
I DON'T WANT TO TURN AROUND
WHAT
WHAT IS THIS
THIS IS NOT REAL
LAURIE PUT ON A GANGSTA HAT
WHERE ARE THEY ALL GOING
PROBABLY TO HANG WITH FLO AND EFFING TAMARA
JOCELYNE IS SLEEPING
THERE GOES CORENTIN AGAIN
THEYRE ALL TAKING THEIR TICKETS AND LEAVING
I FEEL SO DISSED
OMFG MARJO JUST CRANED HER HEAD UP OVER THE SEAT IN FRONT OF ME
IDK WHAT HAPPENED TO YAMIN BUT NOW I'M SITTING BEHIND MARJOLAINE
I CAN'T TELL WHO IT IS IN THE SEAT NEXT TO HER
WHERE DID THEY EVEN COME FROM THEY JUST RANDOMLY APPEARED ALL AROUND ME THEY WEREN'T THERE BEFORE AND ALL OF A SUDDEN I SEE JONATHAN KERR AND CORENTIN AND I START STARING GAWPILY AT THIS ONE GUY I BARELY RECOGNISE AS A DANCER AND I'M LIKE VOUS ETES LA TROUPE DE MOZART L'OPERA ROCK! AND HE'S LIKE OUI? AND I'M LIKE JE VIENS DE VOIR LE SPECTACLE STARE STARE STARE STARE AND THEN I DIDN'T ACTUALLY HAVE A SEAT SO I JUST SHUFFLED BACK AND FORTH FOR A LONG TIME
THERE GOES ANOTHER DANCER WITH SOME COKE I DON'T THINK IT'S MAS BUT IT'S ONE THAT LOOKS LIKE HIM
THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN TO PEOPLE
WHY CAN'T I SEE MORE OF THEM
THIS WOULD BE A MUCH BETTER STORY IF I COULD SEE MORE OF THEM
EFF THE GUY NEXT TO ME FOR NOT TAKING THE WINDOW SEAT
SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHERE DID YAMIN AND SOLAL GO THERE IS NO PARK ON THE TRAIN FOR THEM TO ESCAPE TO
HOLY EFF SOMEBODY IS LISTENING TO TRUBLION WHO IS IT
THE TROUPE AND SOMEBODY IS LISTENING TO MOR
THE GUY NEXT TO ME ISN'T A DANCER IS HE
I THINK ID HAVE RECOGNISED HIM
I THINK HE'S A MUGGLE LIKE ME
BUT IT IS HIGHLY LIKELY THAT HE'S THE ONE LISTENING TO TRUBLION BC I DON'T KNOW WHO ELSE I WOULD BE ABLE TO HEAR
IF HE WASN'T WEARING THE GLASSES AND IF HE HAD A WIG ON?
ESTELLE SMILED AT ME TO WHEN SHE SAW MY WIDE-EYED SHOCK
I KIND OF WANT TO GO BUY A SODA JUST SO I CAN WALK BY FLO BUT I DON'T HAVE MONEY AND I DON'T LIKE SODA AND I'M TRAPPED ON THE FAR SIDE OF THE GUY WHO MIGHT BE LISTENING TO TRUBLION
EXCEPT NOW IT'S J'ACCUSE MON PÈRE AND I'M LIKE EIGHTY PERCENT SURE IT'S THIS GUY
HE MUST BE A PART OF THE TROUPE BC IF HE WASN'T HE WOULD BE A LOT MORE EXCITED ABOUT SHARING A TRAIN WITH THEM
GOOD GODDDDDDDDD NO WAY THIS JUST HAPPENED TO ME
LOL IF I START MAKING MOR GIFS I WONDER WHAT THIS POSSIBLE DANCER WILL SAY
HE'S READING A BOOK AND LISTENING TO MUSIC BUT I WANNA BE LIKE PARDON MAIS SOIS-TU PARTIE DE LA TROUPE DE MOR PARCE QUE JE SUIS HAVING A PANIC ATTACK
OH GOD HERE COMES THE TICKET GUY THIS BETTER NOT BE TOO CONFUSING AND/OR EMBARRASSING
AIGHT THAT WAS THE OPPOSITE OF EMBARRASSING NE T'INQUIÈTE PAS
I WANT TO TALK TO FLO
HE SHOULD COME OVER HERE AND HANG WITH ME
WHEN WE GET TO THE STATION I'LL WAIT UNTIL HE'S GETTING OFF AND SEE IF HE SAYS ANYTHING OR WHATEVER
IS THIS REAL LIFE?
THE GUY NEXT TO ME IS HOT ENOUGH TO POTENTIALLY BE A DANCER AND IT SEEMED REALLY EASY FOR HIM TO JUST WAVE HIS TICKET AT THE CONDUCTOR AND HE PULLED IT OUT OF AN ENVELOPE
THIS IS NOT REAL
IT'S LIKE
I WAS RUNNING ALONE THROUGH THE EMPTY STATION AND I GOT MY TICKET CHANGED AND I WENT RUNNING ALONE UP AN EMPTY ESCALATOR AND JUST AS I WAS LIFTING ONE FOOT TO GET ON THE EMPTY TRAIN I WAS SURROUNDED BY THE TROUPE
THEY CAME FROM NOWHERE
C'EST PAS VRAI
LOL DON'T READ THIS POTENTIAL DANCER GUY
READ YOUR BOOK
IF I HAD EATEN ANYTHING LATELY I THINK I WOULD HAVE CRAPPED MY PANTS
AND THEN NO ONE WOULD WANT TO SIT NEXT TO ME
ALL THE LUGGAGE STASHED UP ABOVE MY HEAD BELONGS TO THE TROUPE
THE TROUPE AND I ARE ON A TRAIN TOGETHER
WHAT IS THIS
BAHHHH ESTELLE JUST WENT BY WEARING A FIERCE HEADBAND AND THE TRAIN LURCHED AND SHE AMOST FELL OVER AND SHE LOOKED UNNERVED BY IT
OH GOD SHE'S STANDING RIGHT THERE
SHE SMILED AT ME BUT SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER ME AND MY POUPÉE
MY HOT POTENTIAL DANCER NEIGHBOUR IS GONNA SLEEP WHICH MEANS HE'S A FLESH BARRICADE BETWEEN ME AND THE REST OF THE TROUPE SUCH AS FLO
THAT DANCER WITH THE SHAVED HEAD IS ASLEEP IN THE SEAT BEHIND ME I SEE HIS REFLECTION IN THE WINDOW
I'M GONNA DUMP SOME OF MY NUNOZART VIDEOS ONTO THE COMPUTER SO I CAN TAKE A VIDEO AND INVADE THEIR PRIVACY AS THEY'RE GETTING OFF THE TRAIN
WHAT IS THIS
LOL I SHOULD GO AROUND ONE BY ONE AND ASK THEM ALL TO SIGN MY PIANO BOOK
THIS IS BETTER THAN SITTING ALONE IN A TRAIN STATION FOR SIX HOURS I THINK
OH GOOD LORD I THINK I FORGOT MY CORD
THERE GOES THAT MAMA WEBER UNDERSTUDY I THINK HER NAME IS BENEDICTE OR SOMETHING
THERE GOES COLLOREDO VOTRE NOUVEAU MAITRE
JONATHAN KERR IS BACK TOO
I GUESS THE PARTY IN FLO'S ROOM IS OVER
OH GAH I DON'T HAVE MY CAMERA CORD I CAN'T DO A FILEDUMP AND MY MEMORY CARD IS FULL OF NUNOZART
ULTIMATE FAILURE I CANNOT HAVE VIDEO OR PHOTO EVIDENCE OF THIS RIDICULOUS MOMENT IN MY RIDICULOUS LIFE
I GUESS FLO GETS HIS OWN LITTLE ROOM WITH EFFING TAMARA AND SOLAL AND YAMIN AND STUFF BECAUSE THEY WOULDN'T WANT PEOPLE LIKE ME TO HAVE ACCESS TO HIM FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF
OH MY GOD I KIND OF HAVE ACCESS TO FLO FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF
CURSE YOU FLESH BARRICADE DANCER
COLLOREDO IS PLAYING WITH THE FLO PUPPET NOW AND A DANCER IS DISCUSSING IT AND THEY'RE LIKE WHY DID THESE KIDS USE A PICTURE OF FLO WITH THE EMO BANGS WHAT AN OLD PICTURE AND COLLOREDO HELD IT OVER HIS FACE AND WENT L'ASSASYMPHONIIIIE BUT THAT ISN'T EVEN HOW THAT SONG SOUNDS
ALSO WHY DOESN'T FLO HAVE THE FLO PUPPET I THINK HE REJECTED THE GIFT
WONDER IF HE REJECTED MY DOLL TOO AND IT'S AT COLLOREDO'S HOUSE RIGHT NOW
CORENTIN JUST WENT FLAILING DOWN THE AISLE HE HAS NO BALANCE APPARENTLY
IT IS A SHAKY TRAIN THOUGH
WHAT DID SOLAL AND MAEVA DO WITH MY POUPÉES
AT LEAST I KNOW THEY DIDN'T GIVE THEM TO COLLOREDO
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TIME THIS TRAIN ARRIVES IN PARIS
SWEET GOD WHAT IS THIS
JOCELYNE PUT ON SOME GLASSES AND NOW SHE'S BLOWING HER NOSE
THAT'S RIGHT I'VE GOT ALL THE HOT GOSSIP
CORENTIN JUST GOT UP AGAIN AND HE TOOK OFF HIS JACKET AND WAVED LIKE THE QUEEN
YAMIN IS BACK
HE WAS LIKE COLLOREDO YOU ARE IN MY WAY
THEN HE THREW LAURIE'S BAG AT HER BECAUSE IT WAS IN HIS SEAT
HE JUST MADE COLLOREDO LAUGH IN A REALLY WEIRD WAY AND IT STARTLED A PASSING DANCER
ESTELLE JUST TOTTERED PAST AGAIN AND STOPPED TO LAUGH WITH YAMIN AND COLLOREDO
HOLY CRAP I KEEP HEARING YAMIN SAY "COLLOREDA" I THINK HE'S DISCUSSING A CROSSDRESSED MOR
AHHHHH COLLOREDO JUST MADE YAMIN LAUGH SO HARD HE SNORTED
YAMIN IS WEARING A MOZART T-SHIRT
IF THE GUY NEXT TO ME IS A DANCER HE'S PRETTY ANTISOCIAL
HE JUST WANTS TO SLEEP AND COLLOREDO AND YAMIN'S ANTICS ARE BOTHERING HIM
THERE IS AN EMPTY SEAT NEXT TO CORENTIN I WISH THAT WAS THE DANCER I WAS SITTING WITH
THE TRAIN IS SLOWING DOWN NOOOOOO DON'T DO THAT
THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST INSANE MOMENTS OF MY LIFE IT CAN'T END
I'VE BEEN IN CAPSLOCK FOR AN HOUR
NO TRAIN GO BACK TO BRUXELLLES AND THEN GO BACK TO PARIS I JUST WANT THIS TO KEEP GOING IT IS SO RANDOM AND SO GREAT
THIS GUY NEXT TO ME IS SUPER HOT
IF HE'S A DANCER I'LL NOTICE HIM IN STRASBOURG AND ASK FOR A PICTURE AND BE LIKE WE WERE ON A TRAIN TOGETHER
COLLOREDO IS GETTING A BAG DOWN FROM ABOVE MY HEAD
EVERYBODY IS GETTING THEIR STUFF TOGETHER
BUT NOOOOOOOOOO
WE'RE ALL PACKING UP
SOMETHING SMELLS LIKE A CATBOX KIND OF
CHARMING
FLO BETTER PASS ME AGAIN AND SAY SOMETHING FOR REAL
SOMETHING MORE DEEP AND WONDERFUL THAN HAVE A GOOD NIIIIGHT
JONATHAN KERR AND JOCELYNE ARE HAVING A SERIOUS CONVERSATION
LAURIE IS LEAVING WITH THAT FLO PUPPET
DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN TO ME
EVERYBODY'S GETTING UP
AIGHT WAIT YAMIN IS TALKING ABOUT MIKELE IN A HUSHED VOICE AND I HEARD HIM SAY NUNO TOO AHHHHH WHAT IS HE SAYING WE'RE AT THE STATION I NEED TO TURN OFF MY LAPTOPPPPP
Hahaha. So I turned off my laptop and got my stuff together. Someone near the front of the train sang a silly off-key version of Vivre à en crever and when he was done everyone applauded.
I left through the back of the train, giving me a chance to pass Flo again. When I leaned up to verify that he was still in his seat he was mid-yawn, but our eyes met and he smiled again anyway. As I was passing him I said "This is the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me." He smiled and went, "Ohhh, it's not that weird." Meanwhile Merwan had been sitting across from Flo and he was trying to leave the train right in front of me, but he dropped his suitcase and it landed on my foot. He didn't notice and I was just shocked that Merwan Rim had dropped a suitcase on my foot, so I just kind of stared in awe as he collected his stuff and got off the train. Flo smiled again (I think my amazement delighted him) and went "See you again soon!" and I said "At Strasbourg!" he went "Awright" as I was getting off the train.
And then I walked away from the station and SOLAL was rolling his suitcase along next to me. It is so random that of all the people in the Troupe, the only one who consistently remembers me and is nice to me is the most famous and most talented and most attractive one. My life. What is it.
I didn't really want to deal with the RER, so I decided to take line 4 to Châtelet and then take 14 to St-Lazare. As I got to line 4 I heard people yelling HIIIIIII and I looked up... there was half the Troupe on the other side of the station, waving and another bunch on my side! I sidled down closer so I would be in the same car as the actors. On the other side it was Merwan, Diane, and a few dancers I was able to identify then but have forgotten in my sleep. On my side were two dancers whose faces I know and Yamin.
Yamin saw my slack-jawed amazement and smiled at me. Then on the métro he was cutting up and making the dancers laugh. He got off at Sébastopol and saw me still staring, so he smiled again. I smiled back, and then he waved as the train pulled away. BYE YAMIN SORRY I'M SO CREEPY. Flo will explain me if you have any questions.
And then I made it home! It was just after midnight and I was asleep by one. I woke up at 9, fully rested and SO DELIGHTED. Had I not switched trains, that was about the time I would have been dragging myself through the door, trying to decide whether I should brag about how happy Flo was to see me or get a few sad hours of sleep before my classes.
Clearly I have done something amazing to deserve the life I have.
Alright.
Well, because I am perpetually late to all things ever (just like a certain Italian we all know and love) I arrived at the Gare du Nord exactly at the time my train was leaving. I was supposed to take the 9:01 and arrive in Bruxelles around 10:15ish, but I had to have my ticket rolled over and I took the 10:01 and arrived at 11:15ish. Not bad. When I got there I immediately decided my first priority was not to snoop around for the hotel, but to find the Forest National. I had casually checked google maps and I knew the directions in my head inasmuch as I was supposed to start on a street called Foreieoriajkdljfaldmfklalaan and then proceed onto Voriouieowhjkljfdamaksljxxxlaan and take the second entrance out of a traffic circle onto Zorahjksljfklzklxjkcksljklaan. The walk took ABOUT AN HOUR. I was going pretty slowly, though, but I don't know what the deal is with that.
I got to a big white building labled VORST NATIONAJDFKALJDKFLAJLAAN or something, but I didn't see any MOR posters or fans or... or anything. I got a little nervous. I saw a few tents set up along the sidewalk and decided to snoop around.
In the first tent, a guy had a table full of buttons and keychains and bad-quality photos... OF THE TROUPE. Oh good, I'm in the right place. This man apparently had a colour printer and a laminator at his house, because he had printed the most random pictures of Mikele, Solal, and Flo off some website and had done crummy arts and crafts projects with them that he was now selling! There were necklaces with pictures of Mikele surrounded by lanyard flowers and stuff like that. I was delighted.
And then I went past the next tent, which had a guy selling sausage or something, and just as I was approaching the opening notes of "Ah! vous dirai-je maman" burst out of some loudspeakers. It was a tiny Mozartville over there! I happily went down the length of the sidewalk, checking out all the little stalls, and as I doubled back I saw a girl in a pink Mozart shirt walking with a group of girls the same age and I decided to follow her.
She led me to a little driveway where several small groups of fans were huddled up and looking all antsy. It's the look of a stagedoor stalker. I know it well. So I stood with them.
I struck up conversations with a few of them, and I was just as happy as I was in Lille to be able to squee in French over my love of Flo. In fact, several of them complimented my French and asked how long I'd been studying! It was great. And I understood almost everything they said. I chatted with two different groups of four girls while we were waiting. UNFORTUNATELY they informed me that there would be no dédicaces after the second show. If I wanted a chance to hand out my dolls before curtain call, I'd have to find a way into the dédis after the first show. AND they told me that the dédis were INSANE.
Yayyy.
Suddenly a big white bus appeared at the top of the mountain and made its way toward us. All the girls started squealing and taking pictures, and sure enough I saw Jonathan Kerr in the front seat. Whatever happened to the Mozartbus from last year? I wanted to meet that thing.
But the guys at the drive next to us pulled back a big fence and the bus went down a hill and stopped next to a parking garage, close enough for us to watch everyone get off but too far away for us to interact other than scream hysterically when Flo got off. He was doing his shy thing and pretending he didn't know there were fans and not even looking at us. I wanted to be like FLO I'M GOING TO HOBO IT UP IN A TRAIN STATION FOR YOU.
I told the fans about my train station hobo plans and one said Well, the Troupe is going back to Paris right after the show. You should ask if they'll bring you. And that was when I decided that if I got a chance to talk to Flo I was going to ask for a ride back to Paris. I was going to say "You can put me under the bus with the suitcases! I'll be really quiet!" I just wanted to see what he'd say. I mean, obviously it would be no, but still. Maybe it would make him laugh and I love Flo's laugh.
Then two girls I recognised from Lille and the official Flo forum appeared. They recognised me too. They had just come from the hotel. I asked how they knew about the hotel and they said they were friends with one of the technicians and he always told them. WHORES. They showed me their pictures with Merwan. One of them turned out to be a HUGE Flo fan... and then she professed love for BRAVO MOZART GUY. I was like OMFG I LOVE FLO AND BRAVO MOZART GUY and the other girl was like You guys are the same person. Haha. The other girl was desperately obsessed with Nuno. I mean, obvs I love Nuno. If you don't love Nuno, you're wrong. But she was swooning over him and calling him her chou and then she told me what kind of car he drives and WHAT THE LICENSE PLATE NUMBER IS. The Flo girl said she knows Flo's car but not his license plate. GOOD BECAUSE THAT IS UNUSUAL BEHAVIOUR.
We waited around for a long while, and then when the first show started the two girls left to grab some food. It was cold and windy and kind of starting to rain.
I had passed a bakery with a window full of crazy-looking sweets on the way to the Forest National, so I went back there for lunch. Only instead of buying anything sugary I would up with a tomate-mozzarella sandwich because I can never resist ordering and saying "Mozart est là" instead of mozzarella. Also because said sandwiches are DELICIOUS.
And then I carried my sandwich back up the mountain. It was so cold and windy that I ducked into the building to eat, and I realised I could hear the music from the show that was happening. When I started my sandwich it was Six pieds sous terre. Since it was cold outside and I had nothing to do, I just stayed in the lobby, leaned against a wall, and eavesdropped on the entire show. I strangely never got bored. Somewhere around Tatoue-moi Diane actually went scurrying past me in full hair and makeup, wearing her bright pink Constance shoes and a bathrobe. I watched the guys at the souvenir stall dancing to the music that they must have heard a jillion times by now.
Mikele sounded really good during Je dors sur des roses! I continued to lurk during intermission.
During act two, a girl and her mom showed up and started working on a scrapbook thing. I sidled up and was like Y'all here for tonight's show? and they said yeah. They weren't the most polite thing ever, but it was someone for me to talk to. The daughter and I bopped around and sang along with Le Bien qui fait mal. A few other fans joined us and they were all talking to each other, but during L'Assasymphonie I held up one finger so everyone would shut up and listen to the YEOWWwwWWwww. Then I smiled hugely and they all laughed at me.
Not too long after that, a million security guys appeared and EJECTED US. They said we had to wait until people who had been to the show got in place at the dédis first, and then we could join.
DISCRIMINATION. I had been waiting since Six pieds sous terre!
So we all stood at the doors and pressed our noses to the glass. The two Flo Forum fans appeared again and we complained about being shut outside. One held a door open and we listened to curtain call. Then, just as the acoustic Assasymphonie was finished, one of the guard's beckoned us and we went STAMPEDING over to the staircase that they had blocked off for the dédicaces.
Why a staircase???
Anyway, I wasn't in the best spot ever because some fans from the show had already gotten there. But I was close enough that I would be able to reach the actors as they were coming up the stairs. If I had leaned over the railing and stretched out an arm, I could have put my hand on the shoulder of someone standing on the staircase right below me. So it wasn't too bad.
Guess who was out first? As always. It was Florent Mothe, the best person there is.
I didn't get a chance to get a video going before he saw me and a HUGE SMILE broke out over his face as he said "HEYYyyyyyyyy!"
I smiled and said Hi back and it was just like. Oh my holy God FLORENT MOTHE was so effing surprised and delighted to see me.
Seriously I was so amazed that my entire thought process was nothing but screaming and utter happiness for a long time.
Meanwhile the other fans were going INSANE. The girl behind me was laying all over me like a jacket until I was folded in half over the barrier. I think she broke all my ribs. And she only pushed harder as more people started showing up.
I took a few short videos of the crazy that went down, then smooshed them together...
Bruxelles MOR Dédicaces
Also you see me giving Maeva and Solal their dolls. Maeva's little happy shriek is adorrrrable. And Yamin climbing up on that thing! Also can you tell I didn't understand a dang thing Solal said to me? It was loud so I was like just Uhhh oui? The second time Yamin climbed on that thing there was a man on the stairs going NO YAMIN YOU GET DOWN and Yamin was like I DO WHAT I WANT basically. And the thing about throwing things at Flo at the end! I explain the first part in the video, but the second half of the story is that Flo signed someone's poster and then tried to throw it back up in the most adorably awkward way ever. It was like a three-year-old playing catch with his dad. Flo held the poster in both hands, brought it down to his knees, and then LAUNCHED it straight up into the air. OF COURSE THAT DIDN'T WORK. It took GP Asian's long arms to get the poster back to the fan.
The actors left but the fans wouldn't, so that Flo fan and I fought our way to freedom. I regrouped with some of the fans I'd met before the show and they were really pumped. They said they had tickets to the second show too and I was like HECK YEAH. Then I ran into Nuno Fan from Amnéville and we all stood around chatting for a while. Finally we decided to go in.
Once again I'll review the show (I mean Nunozart!) in a different post. I took about SIXTY VIDEOS and successfully captured every INSTANT of Nuno onstage as Mozart. Plus I got my high five during Victime de ma victoire and I'm pretty sure I made Flo laugh during L'Assasymphonie.
I had reseated during intermission so a spot on the aisle that was VERY close, and during the bit where he was saying "Et pourtant... sa musique est sublime" Flo's lovely glittery eyes were roaming all over the audience. I was excited as a moflo to have gotten such a good seat and to hear L'Assasymphonie which is basically the best song ever, so I had a MASSIVE goofy smile and had my hands folded right under my chin... basically a stupidly excited expression. Just before the opening notes Flo's eyes met mine and then he was desperately fighting down a smile as he said "Cette nuit". I was so shocked that that had just happened that I spent half of the song gaping, but after a second I realised he was doing SUCH AN AMAZING JOB that I gaped even more. It was like-- he was tearing at his hair at one point and he was in so much ANGST that he almost ripped his own jacket off during "Je joue sans toucher le beau". Just my luck that Flo is being amazing on the day I have to tape Nuno's every move and don't have enough memory space. Le Bien qui fait mal was one of the best I've ever seen. Flo was really into it and doing that sexy groan-y voice a lot and when it ended I was trying to think whether "I just got pregnant from that!" could translate alright into French so I could say something to the fans I'd met earlier... I decided not to. And during curtain call Flo was SO WIRED. Actually throughout the whole show he was making amazing facial expressions and really reacting to everything going on around him. It was so cute. In his entrance when he did his low, slow bow to the emperor he pretended to notice lint on his stocking and mimed brushing it off in a super haughty Salieri way. During Victime de ma victoire he punched off one of the dancers' wigs, did the Prince incongru boogie, and, during the last line, PIRHOUETTED ACROSS THE AUDIENCE. I have a video but I haven't checked how clear it is yet. And during the curtain call version of L'Assasymphonie he was bouncing and jumping up and down with his guitar and making silly faces at the crowd.
I'm pretty sure it was because he was excited I was there.
I mean seriously, the last time Flo's performance was notably outstanding was the time he saw my big old face in the front row, and this time he'd seen me at the dédicaces and knew I was comin' for him. He didn't know I was there at Amnéville and his performance was good but not memorable. What I'm trying to say is, we're in love.
Also I should mention that Mikele was in the audience. Before the show some fans spotted him and all of the sudden the WHOLE WORLD crowded in demanding autographs. He snuck out before intermission (which is a shame because he really could have learned something by watching Nuno's Je dors sur des roses) and then he snuck back in during Les Solos sous les draps, I think. I know when he snuck back in because at that point I WAS ON THE SAME ROW AS HIM.
Anyway enough about the actual show. It might take SEVEN YEARS to upload all those Nunozart videos, but I WILL SEE IT DONE and then I will have a big giant review of the show starring... THE NUNONYTAIL. And it will blow your mind.
In short, seeing Nuno as Mozart has given me hope that international versions of MOR with new casts CAN be a good thing. Though it was weird that Mozart wasn't Mikele, it was good and different and OMG ACTING HAPPENED. REAL ACTING!
So!
I had been told multiple times that there were no dédicaces after the second show. Eh bien, tant pis! Because the show ended at 9:30ish and I vaguely remembered the last train to Paris being at 10-something. If I could get back to the train station in under thirty minutes, I wouldn't have to hobo it up in Bruxelles for the night! I could get my ticket switched and I could get a full night's sleep before classes and I could live to see the next day.
So I took off. I put on my Flo hat and tried to look really intimidating and unappealing whenever I passed anyone. At one point a guy swerved toward me and I was pretty sure he was about to stab me, but it turned out he was just going into his house. Oh. But it was so scary that I spent the next few blocks kind of shaking.
Out of breath and slightly panicked, I arrived at the train station at 10:09! I saw on the board that the last train to Paris was leaving at 10:15, so I went running around trying to find an open ticket booth.
I finally found one and was like EST-CE QUE JE PEUX CHANGER MON BILLET POUR LE TRAIN QUI PART DANS QUELQUES MINUTES? and he was like heck oui and he stamped that thing and said normally he'd have to charge me twenty extra euros but since the train leaves so soon RUN LIKE THE WIND AMERICAN.
So I thanked him profusely and darted off, bounding up an escalator and arriving at the quai just as the train pulled in.
I didn't actually have a seat, so I just figured I'd wait until everyone else on the train was seated and I'd hop into whatever place was empty. When the doors open I lifted one foot to step on the train and suddenly JONATHAN KERR WALKED PAST ME.
I blinked. I turned around.
CORENTIN WALKED PAST ME.
One second ago I had been standing on an empty quai.
Now I was in the middle of the troupe of Mozart l'Opéra Rock.
They just effing apparated.
And they were getting on the train.
GETTING ON THE SAME TRAIN AS ME.
Uhhhh????????
DOES THIS HAPPEN TO PEOPLE?
So I got in the middle of some dancers. I turned to one that I vaguely recognised and said "Vous êtes la troupe de Mozart l'Opéra Rock!" and he just kind of smiled at me.
I got pushed onto the car and was standing awkwardly in the aisle like BUT I DON'T HAVE A SEAT WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO GO and after a few minutes I realised I was actually holding up the entire Troupe. So I went a little further and then just stood there. SIT DOWN TROUPE I NEED TO FIND AN EMPTY SEAT.
And then Flo got on the train. I was like... no way. This is not a real thing that happens to people. But there we all were. When he saw me I just kind of waved awkwardly and Flo waved back. Hahaha what is my life.
I had to smoosh over to one side so the Troupe could get by, and as he passed me Flo said "How's eet go-weeng?" and I was like "I'm a little bit overwhelmed right now." He kind of laughed and went away to sit in a special little VIP cabin at the back of the train. I dropped into an empty seat, but a minute later some people showed up and evicted me, so I went forward and asked some random hot guy who may or may not have been a dancer if the place next to him was open and he said yep.
I didn't know what to do with myself, so I opened a notepad document and just started typing in hysterical capslock.
I'm going to copy-paste it here for your enjoyment. Get ready.
(Also I know I keep referencing a Flo puppet. During curtain call these fans had taken pictures of members of the Troupe's heads, drawn on bodies, mounted them on cardboard and glued them on sticks. And they'd given them to the Troupe. So it's not really a puppet, but I couldn't think of any other way to explain it.)
Here it is.
HOLY GOD I AM IN THE TRAIN WITH THE TROUPE RIGHT NOW
THERE IS JONATHAN KERR AND CORENTIN WHAT IS MY LIFE
I AM HAVING A HEART ATTACK
I'M SITTING BEHIND YAMIN
LAURIE IS PLAYING WITH A PUPPET OF FLO
MY HANDS ARE SHAKING
FLO'S ALL HOW'S IT GOING AND I'M LIKE UHHHHHHHH I'M A LITTLE BIT OVERWHELMED RIGHT NOW
WHAT
IS
MY
LIFE
EXCUSE ME WHILE I HAVE ANOTHER FANIC ATTACK
THERE GOES MAEVA
JESUS FLO WHY AREN'T YOU SITTING NEXT TO ME
IS THIS REAL LIFE
YAMIN SAID ÇA VA TO ME
FLO IS A WAYS BEHIND ME
I DON'T WANT TO TURN AROUND
WHAT
WHAT IS THIS
THIS IS NOT REAL
LAURIE PUT ON A GANGSTA HAT
WHERE ARE THEY ALL GOING
PROBABLY TO HANG WITH FLO AND EFFING TAMARA
JOCELYNE IS SLEEPING
THERE GOES CORENTIN AGAIN
THEYRE ALL TAKING THEIR TICKETS AND LEAVING
I FEEL SO DISSED
OMFG MARJO JUST CRANED HER HEAD UP OVER THE SEAT IN FRONT OF ME
IDK WHAT HAPPENED TO YAMIN BUT NOW I'M SITTING BEHIND MARJOLAINE
I CAN'T TELL WHO IT IS IN THE SEAT NEXT TO HER
WHERE DID THEY EVEN COME FROM THEY JUST RANDOMLY APPEARED ALL AROUND ME THEY WEREN'T THERE BEFORE AND ALL OF A SUDDEN I SEE JONATHAN KERR AND CORENTIN AND I START STARING GAWPILY AT THIS ONE GUY I BARELY RECOGNISE AS A DANCER AND I'M LIKE VOUS ETES LA TROUPE DE MOZART L'OPERA ROCK! AND HE'S LIKE OUI? AND I'M LIKE JE VIENS DE VOIR LE SPECTACLE STARE STARE STARE STARE AND THEN I DIDN'T ACTUALLY HAVE A SEAT SO I JUST SHUFFLED BACK AND FORTH FOR A LONG TIME
THERE GOES ANOTHER DANCER WITH SOME COKE I DON'T THINK IT'S MAS BUT IT'S ONE THAT LOOKS LIKE HIM
THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN TO PEOPLE
WHY CAN'T I SEE MORE OF THEM
THIS WOULD BE A MUCH BETTER STORY IF I COULD SEE MORE OF THEM
EFF THE GUY NEXT TO ME FOR NOT TAKING THE WINDOW SEAT
SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHERE DID YAMIN AND SOLAL GO THERE IS NO PARK ON THE TRAIN FOR THEM TO ESCAPE TO
HOLY EFF SOMEBODY IS LISTENING TO TRUBLION WHO IS IT
THE TROUPE AND SOMEBODY IS LISTENING TO MOR
THE GUY NEXT TO ME ISN'T A DANCER IS HE
I THINK ID HAVE RECOGNISED HIM
I THINK HE'S A MUGGLE LIKE ME
BUT IT IS HIGHLY LIKELY THAT HE'S THE ONE LISTENING TO TRUBLION BC I DON'T KNOW WHO ELSE I WOULD BE ABLE TO HEAR
IF HE WASN'T WEARING THE GLASSES AND IF HE HAD A WIG ON?
ESTELLE SMILED AT ME TO WHEN SHE SAW MY WIDE-EYED SHOCK
I KIND OF WANT TO GO BUY A SODA JUST SO I CAN WALK BY FLO BUT I DON'T HAVE MONEY AND I DON'T LIKE SODA AND I'M TRAPPED ON THE FAR SIDE OF THE GUY WHO MIGHT BE LISTENING TO TRUBLION
EXCEPT NOW IT'S J'ACCUSE MON PÈRE AND I'M LIKE EIGHTY PERCENT SURE IT'S THIS GUY
HE MUST BE A PART OF THE TROUPE BC IF HE WASN'T HE WOULD BE A LOT MORE EXCITED ABOUT SHARING A TRAIN WITH THEM
GOOD GODDDDDDDDD NO WAY THIS JUST HAPPENED TO ME
LOL IF I START MAKING MOR GIFS I WONDER WHAT THIS POSSIBLE DANCER WILL SAY
HE'S READING A BOOK AND LISTENING TO MUSIC BUT I WANNA BE LIKE PARDON MAIS SOIS-TU PARTIE DE LA TROUPE DE MOR PARCE QUE JE SUIS HAVING A PANIC ATTACK
OH GOD HERE COMES THE TICKET GUY THIS BETTER NOT BE TOO CONFUSING AND/OR EMBARRASSING
AIGHT THAT WAS THE OPPOSITE OF EMBARRASSING NE T'INQUIÈTE PAS
I WANT TO TALK TO FLO
HE SHOULD COME OVER HERE AND HANG WITH ME
WHEN WE GET TO THE STATION I'LL WAIT UNTIL HE'S GETTING OFF AND SEE IF HE SAYS ANYTHING OR WHATEVER
IS THIS REAL LIFE?
THE GUY NEXT TO ME IS HOT ENOUGH TO POTENTIALLY BE A DANCER AND IT SEEMED REALLY EASY FOR HIM TO JUST WAVE HIS TICKET AT THE CONDUCTOR AND HE PULLED IT OUT OF AN ENVELOPE
THIS IS NOT REAL
IT'S LIKE
I WAS RUNNING ALONE THROUGH THE EMPTY STATION AND I GOT MY TICKET CHANGED AND I WENT RUNNING ALONE UP AN EMPTY ESCALATOR AND JUST AS I WAS LIFTING ONE FOOT TO GET ON THE EMPTY TRAIN I WAS SURROUNDED BY THE TROUPE
THEY CAME FROM NOWHERE
C'EST PAS VRAI
LOL DON'T READ THIS POTENTIAL DANCER GUY
READ YOUR BOOK
IF I HAD EATEN ANYTHING LATELY I THINK I WOULD HAVE CRAPPED MY PANTS
AND THEN NO ONE WOULD WANT TO SIT NEXT TO ME
ALL THE LUGGAGE STASHED UP ABOVE MY HEAD BELONGS TO THE TROUPE
THE TROUPE AND I ARE ON A TRAIN TOGETHER
WHAT IS THIS
BAHHHH ESTELLE JUST WENT BY WEARING A FIERCE HEADBAND AND THE TRAIN LURCHED AND SHE AMOST FELL OVER AND SHE LOOKED UNNERVED BY IT
OH GOD SHE'S STANDING RIGHT THERE
SHE SMILED AT ME BUT SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER ME AND MY POUPÉE
MY HOT POTENTIAL DANCER NEIGHBOUR IS GONNA SLEEP WHICH MEANS HE'S A FLESH BARRICADE BETWEEN ME AND THE REST OF THE TROUPE SUCH AS FLO
THAT DANCER WITH THE SHAVED HEAD IS ASLEEP IN THE SEAT BEHIND ME I SEE HIS REFLECTION IN THE WINDOW
I'M GONNA DUMP SOME OF MY NUNOZART VIDEOS ONTO THE COMPUTER SO I CAN TAKE A VIDEO AND INVADE THEIR PRIVACY AS THEY'RE GETTING OFF THE TRAIN
WHAT IS THIS
LOL I SHOULD GO AROUND ONE BY ONE AND ASK THEM ALL TO SIGN MY PIANO BOOK
THIS IS BETTER THAN SITTING ALONE IN A TRAIN STATION FOR SIX HOURS I THINK
OH GOOD LORD I THINK I FORGOT MY CORD
THERE GOES THAT MAMA WEBER UNDERSTUDY I THINK HER NAME IS BENEDICTE OR SOMETHING
THERE GOES COLLOREDO VOTRE NOUVEAU MAITRE
JONATHAN KERR IS BACK TOO
I GUESS THE PARTY IN FLO'S ROOM IS OVER
OH GAH I DON'T HAVE MY CAMERA CORD I CAN'T DO A FILEDUMP AND MY MEMORY CARD IS FULL OF NUNOZART
ULTIMATE FAILURE I CANNOT HAVE VIDEO OR PHOTO EVIDENCE OF THIS RIDICULOUS MOMENT IN MY RIDICULOUS LIFE
I GUESS FLO GETS HIS OWN LITTLE ROOM WITH EFFING TAMARA AND SOLAL AND YAMIN AND STUFF BECAUSE THEY WOULDN'T WANT PEOPLE LIKE ME TO HAVE ACCESS TO HIM FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF
OH MY GOD I KIND OF HAVE ACCESS TO FLO FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF
CURSE YOU FLESH BARRICADE DANCER
COLLOREDO IS PLAYING WITH THE FLO PUPPET NOW AND A DANCER IS DISCUSSING IT AND THEY'RE LIKE WHY DID THESE KIDS USE A PICTURE OF FLO WITH THE EMO BANGS WHAT AN OLD PICTURE AND COLLOREDO HELD IT OVER HIS FACE AND WENT L'ASSASYMPHONIIIIE BUT THAT ISN'T EVEN HOW THAT SONG SOUNDS
ALSO WHY DOESN'T FLO HAVE THE FLO PUPPET I THINK HE REJECTED THE GIFT
WONDER IF HE REJECTED MY DOLL TOO AND IT'S AT COLLOREDO'S HOUSE RIGHT NOW
CORENTIN JUST WENT FLAILING DOWN THE AISLE HE HAS NO BALANCE APPARENTLY
IT IS A SHAKY TRAIN THOUGH
WHAT DID SOLAL AND MAEVA DO WITH MY POUPÉES
AT LEAST I KNOW THEY DIDN'T GIVE THEM TO COLLOREDO
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TIME THIS TRAIN ARRIVES IN PARIS
SWEET GOD WHAT IS THIS
JOCELYNE PUT ON SOME GLASSES AND NOW SHE'S BLOWING HER NOSE
THAT'S RIGHT I'VE GOT ALL THE HOT GOSSIP
CORENTIN JUST GOT UP AGAIN AND HE TOOK OFF HIS JACKET AND WAVED LIKE THE QUEEN
YAMIN IS BACK
HE WAS LIKE COLLOREDO YOU ARE IN MY WAY
THEN HE THREW LAURIE'S BAG AT HER BECAUSE IT WAS IN HIS SEAT
HE JUST MADE COLLOREDO LAUGH IN A REALLY WEIRD WAY AND IT STARTLED A PASSING DANCER
ESTELLE JUST TOTTERED PAST AGAIN AND STOPPED TO LAUGH WITH YAMIN AND COLLOREDO
HOLY CRAP I KEEP HEARING YAMIN SAY "COLLOREDA" I THINK HE'S DISCUSSING A CROSSDRESSED MOR
AHHHHH COLLOREDO JUST MADE YAMIN LAUGH SO HARD HE SNORTED
YAMIN IS WEARING A MOZART T-SHIRT
IF THE GUY NEXT TO ME IS A DANCER HE'S PRETTY ANTISOCIAL
HE JUST WANTS TO SLEEP AND COLLOREDO AND YAMIN'S ANTICS ARE BOTHERING HIM
THERE IS AN EMPTY SEAT NEXT TO CORENTIN I WISH THAT WAS THE DANCER I WAS SITTING WITH
THE TRAIN IS SLOWING DOWN NOOOOOO DON'T DO THAT
THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST INSANE MOMENTS OF MY LIFE IT CAN'T END
I'VE BEEN IN CAPSLOCK FOR AN HOUR
NO TRAIN GO BACK TO BRUXELLLES AND THEN GO BACK TO PARIS I JUST WANT THIS TO KEEP GOING IT IS SO RANDOM AND SO GREAT
THIS GUY NEXT TO ME IS SUPER HOT
IF HE'S A DANCER I'LL NOTICE HIM IN STRASBOURG AND ASK FOR A PICTURE AND BE LIKE WE WERE ON A TRAIN TOGETHER
COLLOREDO IS GETTING A BAG DOWN FROM ABOVE MY HEAD
EVERYBODY IS GETTING THEIR STUFF TOGETHER
BUT NOOOOOOOOOO
WE'RE ALL PACKING UP
SOMETHING SMELLS LIKE A CATBOX KIND OF
CHARMING
FLO BETTER PASS ME AGAIN AND SAY SOMETHING FOR REAL
SOMETHING MORE DEEP AND WONDERFUL THAN HAVE A GOOD NIIIIGHT
JONATHAN KERR AND JOCELYNE ARE HAVING A SERIOUS CONVERSATION
LAURIE IS LEAVING WITH THAT FLO PUPPET
DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN TO ME
EVERYBODY'S GETTING UP
AIGHT WAIT YAMIN IS TALKING ABOUT MIKELE IN A HUSHED VOICE AND I HEARD HIM SAY NUNO TOO AHHHHH WHAT IS HE SAYING WE'RE AT THE STATION I NEED TO TURN OFF MY LAPTOPPPPP
Hahaha. So I turned off my laptop and got my stuff together. Someone near the front of the train sang a silly off-key version of Vivre à en crever and when he was done everyone applauded.
I left through the back of the train, giving me a chance to pass Flo again. When I leaned up to verify that he was still in his seat he was mid-yawn, but our eyes met and he smiled again anyway. As I was passing him I said "This is the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me." He smiled and went, "Ohhh, it's not that weird." Meanwhile Merwan had been sitting across from Flo and he was trying to leave the train right in front of me, but he dropped his suitcase and it landed on my foot. He didn't notice and I was just shocked that Merwan Rim had dropped a suitcase on my foot, so I just kind of stared in awe as he collected his stuff and got off the train. Flo smiled again (I think my amazement delighted him) and went "See you again soon!" and I said "At Strasbourg!" he went "Awright" as I was getting off the train.
And then I walked away from the station and SOLAL was rolling his suitcase along next to me. It is so random that of all the people in the Troupe, the only one who consistently remembers me and is nice to me is the most famous and most talented and most attractive one. My life. What is it.
I didn't really want to deal with the RER, so I decided to take line 4 to Châtelet and then take 14 to St-Lazare. As I got to line 4 I heard people yelling HIIIIIII and I looked up... there was half the Troupe on the other side of the station, waving and another bunch on my side! I sidled down closer so I would be in the same car as the actors. On the other side it was Merwan, Diane, and a few dancers I was able to identify then but have forgotten in my sleep. On my side were two dancers whose faces I know and Yamin.
Yamin saw my slack-jawed amazement and smiled at me. Then on the métro he was cutting up and making the dancers laugh. He got off at Sébastopol and saw me still staring, so he smiled again. I smiled back, and then he waved as the train pulled away. BYE YAMIN SORRY I'M SO CREEPY. Flo will explain me if you have any questions.
And then I made it home! It was just after midnight and I was asleep by one. I woke up at 9, fully rested and SO DELIGHTED. Had I not switched trains, that was about the time I would have been dragging myself through the door, trying to decide whether I should brag about how happy Flo was to see me or get a few sad hours of sleep before my classes.
Clearly I have done something amazing to deserve the life I have.
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Date: 2011-02-28 01:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-28 03:30 pm (UTC)I can't even believe this.
This could have easily turned into an episode of I Love Lucy wherein you dressed up as a train employee and brought peanuts to Flo just so you could be near him. But I feel like what you actually did was more classy. haha.
I am so amused.
They should just go ahead and let you be the official groupie and take you with them everywhere. That would make things a lot easier.
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Date: 2011-02-28 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-28 09:38 pm (UTC)WHAT
CAN YOUR LIFE BE MINE
on a creepy side note, I was like, "This sounds really familiar..." while reading it. And then I remembered that I once had a dream in which I was on a train with the Spring Awakening tour cast. So. That.
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Date: 2011-02-28 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-01 02:18 am (UTC)Also: OMG MIKELE WAS IN THE SAME ROW AS YOU!? How many seats down? And did you know he left because he made his way out past you?
"and he was like heck oui and he stamped that thing and said normally he'd have to charge me twenty extra euros but since the train leaves so soon RUN LIKE THE WIND AMERICAN. "
I may never stop loling at this also, specifically "and he was like heck oui".
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Date: 2011-03-02 03:09 am (UTC)HOLY CRAP.
You have the MOST amazing life!!
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Date: 2011-03-02 03:58 am (UTC)