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As I have told people before, you all need to just learn that I am right about everything.
Louran (her name was changed from "Lauren" due to a comedic spelling error on my part and an annoying resemblance to "LaureL," who is basically my number one MOR buddy) had had enough of my constant chattering about my obsession with Mozart l'Opéra Rock and finally decided she needed to see what all the fuss was about, so we got tickets to see yesterday's matinée. Oh man I was excited. We had to take our final exam for French class at eight in the morning, and after it was finished we found ourselves standing in the middle of a massive snowstorm (which my host mom later referred to as "une tempête!") right outside the Panthéon. I lead an epic, epic life.
Anyway, then I started nagging Louran that I wanted to get to the Palais des Sports already, which baffled her as the show wasn't starting for about two and a half hours. SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND. Neither do I, to be honest, but I really wanted to get down there.
She made me wander around a Monop' with her (which was fine as I realised I hadn't actually eaten yet all day) and finally gave in to me and we were off!
There was a bit of a crowd lurking at the stage door, which gave me hope that we might get to see someonewonderflo wonderful before the show started. I figured I'd ask someone. I heard two fans speaking English, so I busted into their conversation and asked who had already been out. They turned out to be from Amsterdam and Strasbourg, two girls who had taken the train in for the weekend to see the show. And their friendship began based on seeing MOR together! It was another one of those conversations that starts out kind of slow until we both realise we have found someone equally obsessed and then it becomes "OH EM GEE I *LOVE* NUNO!" and "HOW ARE FLO'S EYES SO BEAUTIFUL?" and "ISN'T MIKELE'S DIVA ACT ADORABLE?"
Unfortunately, my stagedoor buddies were more educated than I, and when I expressed love for Flo one of them went, "Yeah, it's a shame he won't be here today."
WHAT.
Not only was Mister Flo missing, but there was no Maeva or Estelle either. I saw Merwan as Salieri, Marjolaine as Nannerl, and the lady who plays Mozart's mom as La Cavalieri.
If you had told me a year ago (or even a week ago!) that I would one day find myself sitting in the Palais des Sports watching Mikelangelo Loconte pounce around singing Le Trublion live with my arms crossed and a pout worthy of a four-year-old on my face, I would have thought you were ridiculous.
I mean, it was fine. Louran thought it was spectacular, and I guess it was. It just could have been flo much better.
On the other hand, since Merwan had to boring up the role of Salieri, that left a big slot open for "rapist clown," and guess who stepped into those brightly-coloured shoes!
Nuno!
Rambling review with lots of videos and pictures under the cut.
( Taisez vos satanées complaintes... )
And there you have it. I am right about everything. Or at least, I am right to love Florent Mothe.
My new buddies invited me back to the stage door today, so I'm going to try to see if there are any tickets left I can afford. Meaning I shall now post this and go get me a shower.
Louran (her name was changed from "Lauren" due to a comedic spelling error on my part and an annoying resemblance to "LaureL," who is basically my number one MOR buddy) had had enough of my constant chattering about my obsession with Mozart l'Opéra Rock and finally decided she needed to see what all the fuss was about, so we got tickets to see yesterday's matinée. Oh man I was excited. We had to take our final exam for French class at eight in the morning, and after it was finished we found ourselves standing in the middle of a massive snowstorm (which my host mom later referred to as "une tempête!") right outside the Panthéon. I lead an epic, epic life.
Anyway, then I started nagging Louran that I wanted to get to the Palais des Sports already, which baffled her as the show wasn't starting for about two and a half hours. SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND. Neither do I, to be honest, but I really wanted to get down there.
She made me wander around a Monop' with her (which was fine as I realised I hadn't actually eaten yet all day) and finally gave in to me and we were off!
There was a bit of a crowd lurking at the stage door, which gave me hope that we might get to see someone
Unfortunately, my stagedoor buddies were more educated than I, and when I expressed love for Flo one of them went, "Yeah, it's a shame he won't be here today."
WHAT.
Not only was Mister Flo missing, but there was no Maeva or Estelle either. I saw Merwan as Salieri, Marjolaine as Nannerl, and the lady who plays Mozart's mom as La Cavalieri.
If you had told me a year ago (or even a week ago!) that I would one day find myself sitting in the Palais des Sports watching Mikelangelo Loconte pounce around singing Le Trublion live with my arms crossed and a pout worthy of a four-year-old on my face, I would have thought you were ridiculous.
I mean, it was fine. Louran thought it was spectacular, and I guess it was. It just could have been flo much better.
On the other hand, since Merwan had to boring up the role of Salieri, that left a big slot open for "rapist clown," and guess who stepped into those brightly-coloured shoes!
Nuno!
Rambling review with lots of videos and pictures under the cut.
( Taisez vos satanées complaintes... )
And there you have it. I am right about everything. Or at least, I am right to love Florent Mothe.
My new buddies invited me back to the stage door today, so I'm going to try to see if there are any tickets left I can afford. Meaning I shall now post this and go get me a shower.
