C'est bientôt la fin...
Jan. 5th, 2011 09:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lesmisloonyOh my good Lord, now that I'm home I suddenly remember how bored I was before I lived in Paris. I remember how all I ever did was stare at screens. I've literally done nothing but lie around with my laptop since New Years. I went out to eat a few times with friends and family, but then it was right back to the laptop. Clearly I should never not live in a big city.
Well anyway, I decided to break up the monotony a little by going ahead and getting it over with. I will now begin telling my final stagedoor stories from the Palais des Sports. Sigh.
When we last heard from my past self, she had just spent all her money on a fourth-row seat for what she expected to be her last time seeing MOR, and even though she had stood out in the cold at the stage door for ages afterward, Florent Mothe had not seen her.
So then I spent the whole next day, my last Wednesday in Paris, packing and weeping and packing some more. I made a post that day. It was a pretty weepy post. I think one of my stagedoor friends even sent me a message on facebook to make sure I was okay. I was having a pretty darn emo day.
Thursday I vowed to myself that I would NEVER EVER AGAIN be empty-handed at the stage door. Even if Flo HAD been ignoring me on purpose, had I had something to sign I would have had something to say and thus we would have been forced to interact.
I spent the morning hunting down a way to print photos. I also printed my boarding pass. Saaad.
I finally discovered that the fnac near St-Michel has a stellar photo-printing system, so I printed off a copy of the Beeg Tonyyyy picture and, on a whim, I also got a copy of this one:
Due to its content. In case you have never seen my livejournal before, Nuno and Patrice Maktav are my favourites. (I am trying to teach myself to call the man by his actual name instead of "Da Ponte." MAKTAV. I LOVE HIM.) I mean OBviously Florent Mothe is my favourite, but Flo is everybody's favourite, so we'll just overlook that.
Anyway. I got them printed out and I intended to write a thank-you-for-being-the-best-human-ever note on the back of the Beeg Tonyyyy picture and to give it to Flo, but it was a bit too small for all the words I needed to say.
I also bought a new silver gel pen in hopes that it would do a better job of writing on my picture than that stupid silver blob marker I had bought for the DVD.
So that night I arrived in plenty of time at the stage door. As I was approaching I saw a little figure bouncing around, waving at me and hollering. It was Pushy Fan! Remember Pushy Fan? She was screaming "Voici l'Anglaiiiiiise!" which is close enough.
She was there with her mother again, speaking super quickly and forcing me to go "Comment?" every few seconds. And then she would repeat herself at the same speed. Come on, kid, that's not how this works.
Side note: Stagedoor Mélanie and Pushy Fan are both about seventeen or eighteen years old. A lot of the MOR fans I've found (or who've found me) on facebook are also, like, Twilight fans and stuff. I feel like I have voluntarily left the adult's table to hang back with the kiddies. But the kiddies are the ones with the glitter and that goshdarn rock music, so I quite like it here.
ALSO I AM MUCH CLOSER TO FLORENT MOTHE'S AGE SOOOOooooo if he ever wanted to take me up on that promesse de mariage..........
just kidding ! NO I'M NOT KIDDING ACTUALLY.
While we were waiting I showed Pushy Fan my Beeg Tonyyyy picture. She replied by shrieking at an ear-splitting volume and screaming that he looked like a fish. Hahaha okay.
It was quite rainy. The show let out and a billion other people crowded around the stage door with us. I told Pushy Fan I was leaving Sunday and she answered with "My birthday is Sunday!" Yeah okay. And apparently her plan for her birthday was to stagedoor again. Awesome. Hmmmm wonder where the troupe will be for MY birthday...
Bordeaux! Duuuuude I wonder if my parents would get me a really good seat and train tickets to Bordeaux and stuff for my birthday... that would be the shiz. I bet Mikele would upgrade and take a nice picture with me if it was my birthday.
Lol what I am supposed to be telling a story here.
Well anyway Maeva came out with an umbrella and commented at one point that she was afraid of getting too close to fans with it because she didn't want to poke anyone in the face. It was cute. When she came by us Pushy Fan pulled out a picture of her and Maeva together. Maeva looked at it and was like, Hang on, what am I wearing there? Oh yeah, that's from Monday. Haha. And then Pushy Fan tried to hold her umbrella for her while she signed stuff and Maeva was like No, I got this one, hon.
I was taking Pushy Fan's pictures for her, so I took one with her and Maeva.
Suddenly. Suddenly something AMAZING happened.
SOLAL CAME OUT OF THE STAGE DOOR AND STARTED SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS.
SOLAL.
He was the ONLY PERSON (besides the man-booby grabbing dancer) with whom I had no picture. And, almost my last night, there he was! For the first time since the first week!
I love that there's always a trace of makeup embedded in his butt-chin.
Also, he rested his head against mine while we were taking the picture. And his weird, bleary facial expression is just the face he makes in all pictures with fans.
OH SOLAL YOU SO CRAZY.
Right after this picture, one of the fans who was behind me stuck her arm out to take a picture of just Solal. Solal saw the camera and leaned forward until he was right up in the lens, making this same weird face. I wish I could see that picture. The flash went off, and Solal said "TÊTE GÉANTE." (That translates to GIANT FACE or GIANT HEAD, haha.) in a really low voice. SO CRAZY. I kind of love him now.
Moments later, the man-booby grabbing dancer appeared and started making the rounds! It was like a sign. I don't know what kind of a sign, but a sign nonetheless.
Unfortunately, Pushy Fan is kind of a mofo and did a really wretched job of taking the picture.
When I saw what she'd done, the dancer agreed to pose for another one.
Aaaaand that was the result.
PUSHY FAN. WHAT ARE YOU DOING.
So finally the dancer was like GIVE ME THE CAMERA. SHE took this one.
Not perfect, but I was like "THANK YOU VERY MUCH YOU ARE SO KIND THAT'LL DO." It was a ridiculous experience.
Also, clearly I was having a bad face day that day. I look a little bit stupid in every single picture. Possibly because I had forgone my glitter eyeliner for some reason.
And just like that, I had pictures with EVERYONE I'd ever wanted a picture with!
I sawDa Ponte MAKTAV go rushing past with his big round eyeliner-ringed eyes and wanted to flag him down but didn't have the volume or proximity to do so. Meanwhile, someone asked Pushy Fan "Who's that?" and she went "Nobody."
NOBODY?????? HOW DARE YOU PUSHY FAN.
So we went back to gazing at the stage door, and finally our hopes came true. And by hopes, I mean... FLOpes. I don't know if I'll ever mature out of this habit.
When Mister Floflo appeared, Pushy Fan. SHRIEKED. His name. Like. Like... like the sound she might have made IF HE HAD POPPED OUT FROM BEHIND A TREE AND STABBED HER. It was SO TERRIFYING and unexpected. I genuinely stood there clutching my heart for a while afterwards trying not to fall down. Actually most of the people around us reacted the same way. Get ahold of yourself, Pushy Fan!
I mean, I agree with her excitement, obviously. It's just the manner in which she expressed it that made it unacceptable.
I got all ready to take another ninja video, but before my turn came the girls ahead of me started jostling like mad to get flotos. I ended up pressed against Pushy Fan like her long-lost lover, and in the process my camera turned itself off. As such, I have no documentation of my second-favourite thing Florent Mothe ever said to me. I have no documentation of the first, either. Which is "Have a good niiiiiiiight" accompanied by the sweetest smile a human face can make.
When Flo got to me I told him I was leaving soon. I am going to do another transcription of my perception of his AMAZING ACCENT.
I miss his voice. It is the best voice.
Anyway, I told him I was going home soon.
Florent Mothe: Oh? Are you excited? (Arr yoo wexcided?)
Me: No! I want to stay here! (literally: RIGHT HERE AT THE PDS STAGEDOOR)
Florent Mothe: But your family misses you. (Bu tyorr fam'ly meesses yoo!)
Me: But I want to stay! (translation: AND YOU COULD BE MY FAMILY)
Florent Mothe: But they miss you! (But they meess yoo!)
Pushy Fan had had enough and waved my camera in my face, like DO YOU WANT A PICTURE OR NOT.
So I held out my Beeg Tonyyyy picture and said, "Will you sign my favourite picture ever?" and Flo said "Of course!" and wrote a little "Thanks! Florent Mothe" on it (that picture is stuck in the mirror in my room back in Paris). Then I asked for another picture and Flo was like Sure!
And then my favourite thing that has ever happened to my shoulder happened to it. In a fit of Awww the American is leaving soon Florent Mothe put a hand on my shoulder as he leaned in to take the floto.
And we have seen the resulting floto. Kind of.
The girls on the florum know my secret.
Actually, I was so excited about that loving shoulder-touch that I had a small Mikeleptic fit as the picture was being taken.
Florent Mothe looks so warm and loving and beautiful in the picture... and I look like an escapee from a mental ward.
CURSE YOU PUSHY FAN.
And yes, I know, you're thinking but wtf that's not the way you look in that picture!
THAT IS BECAUSE OF A LITTLE BIT OF FLOTOSHOP MAGIC. I went back to that Sunday when I chased Flow-Mo down outside the barrier, took my face off of that picture, and transported it onto this picture.
I made it look like this.
It's amazing how much more acceptable my face is when I'm wearing glitter eyeliner and bright red lip gloss.
I couldn't bear to continue looking at the picture with my face so stroke-y, but Flo's face is just SO MUCH NNNFFFF. So I took action.
Shhhhh.
Anyway, as he was moving on Flo said stuff like "Well, you know, thanks for all your support!" and I kind of realised that he didn't know I was still coming back the next day. And the day after. Thus the big show of sweetness. But I was like oh well, he'll figure it out when he sees my big white American face tomorrow night.
It was quite soon after this that Mister Mikele emerged. His manservant immediately scurried over to aid him with an umbrella.
Ohhh Mikele probably thought I was such a creeper after this night.
Pushy Fan had a gift for Mikele. She said it was a birthday gift. Uhhh well, this was the sixteenth and his birthday was the fifth, but okayyy Pushy Fan. She had a box all wrapped in blue with a tag that said "Pour un ange... Mikelangelo Loconte" and she passed me her camera telling me to get a picture if he kissed her cheeks. Sigh.
She also had a picture of Mikele and Flo onstage that she wanted him to sign, plus a picture of Mikele in the scene where his (Mozart's) mom dies. She didn't want to ask for them to both be signed, so she asked me to pass off one of them as mine. I was like whatevs.
The picture of his mom dying was quite nice, all lit in blue with a good shot of the Mèche and his mother all flopping in his arms. So when Mikelangelo Loconte reached us and saw me--he recognised me again, but as always I don't know if it was for the gloves or the razorblade fudge or just because I was there so often at this point--he did a "Oh, ciao. Ça va?" and I was like "Uh, oui. Whatevs. Sign this." except obviously I did not say all those things. I think I was still a little pissy about the times on the weekends when he was a crankypants.
He took Pushy Fan's picture to sign and went "Oh, waouh!" I kinda feel like he was being overly nice to me on purpose, which was sweet. Probably Flo read him my livejournal and was like "BE NICER TO THE AMERICAN OR YOU WILL MAKE HER SAD AND SHE WILL IN TURN MAKE OTHER AMERICANS SAD." That's probably what happened.
lol Florent Mothe saw my livejournal. Wowwww my life. And now I'm back in frikkin North Carolina, staring at screens and not bothering to get changed out of my pyjamas most days. Wow.
Anyway, as soon as she realised Mikele was being all nice about the picture, Pushy Fan jumped into the conversation like "WELL I'M THE ONE THAT TOOK IT. I'M THE ONE THAT TOOK THE PICTURE." I hope Mikelangelo Loconte realised then that I was just holding the picture for her, because otherwise he was probably like Whyyyy is that girl bringing me a really nice picture to sign and then just staring at me blankly when I tell her I like itttt?
So then Pushy Fan gave him her present (he asked what it was and she was like COLOGNE which actually worried me a little because I don't want Mikele to ever change scents. I like his Mikele smell) and he went in for the bisous. I took a picture and he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye like ????? and then I was really concerned about what I creeper I appeared to be.
You know what? I don't even remember if he bisous'd ME that night. Wowwww I am so Team Flo it's ridiculous.
Here is a giant picture of Mikele's "Barely Tolerating Fans" face.
His eye makeup. It is so amazing.
My trip home was kind of uneventful until the trains were all wonky and I had to get off one stop early and walk home in a butt-ton of snow. But I had my iPod running and I started practising mouthing along the words to J'accuse mon père and making a Solal face in the event that my friends and I ever did that video. Which we did. So that was good practise.
Actually I seem to remember that I was sitting on the train home being all glowy over how sweet Flo had been when suddenly I burst into tears because I didn't want to go home. I was quite sulky as I got off the train (and I had to get off a stop early) and then when I saw it was snowing I felt better (that was before I knew snow was EVIL). It wasn't until J'accuse mon père came up on my iPod that I started dancing around and singing. Turns out it's difficult to weep and dance at the same time, so voilà, I cheered my whiny mofo self up.
And that is what happened on my last Thursday night at the Palais des Sports.
I MISS IT SO MUCH.
Well anyway, I decided to break up the monotony a little by going ahead and getting it over with. I will now begin telling my final stagedoor stories from the Palais des Sports. Sigh.
When we last heard from my past self, she had just spent all her money on a fourth-row seat for what she expected to be her last time seeing MOR, and even though she had stood out in the cold at the stage door for ages afterward, Florent Mothe had not seen her.
So then I spent the whole next day, my last Wednesday in Paris, packing and weeping and packing some more. I made a post that day. It was a pretty weepy post. I think one of my stagedoor friends even sent me a message on facebook to make sure I was okay. I was having a pretty darn emo day.
Thursday I vowed to myself that I would NEVER EVER AGAIN be empty-handed at the stage door. Even if Flo HAD been ignoring me on purpose, had I had something to sign I would have had something to say and thus we would have been forced to interact.
I spent the morning hunting down a way to print photos. I also printed my boarding pass. Saaad.
I finally discovered that the fnac near St-Michel has a stellar photo-printing system, so I printed off a copy of the Beeg Tonyyyy picture and, on a whim, I also got a copy of this one:
Due to its content. In case you have never seen my livejournal before, Nuno and Patrice Maktav are my favourites. (I am trying to teach myself to call the man by his actual name instead of "Da Ponte." MAKTAV. I LOVE HIM.) I mean OBviously Florent Mothe is my favourite, but Flo is everybody's favourite, so we'll just overlook that.
Anyway. I got them printed out and I intended to write a thank-you-for-being-the-best-human-ever note on the back of the Beeg Tonyyyy picture and to give it to Flo, but it was a bit too small for all the words I needed to say.
I also bought a new silver gel pen in hopes that it would do a better job of writing on my picture than that stupid silver blob marker I had bought for the DVD.
So that night I arrived in plenty of time at the stage door. As I was approaching I saw a little figure bouncing around, waving at me and hollering. It was Pushy Fan! Remember Pushy Fan? She was screaming "Voici l'Anglaiiiiiise!" which is close enough.
She was there with her mother again, speaking super quickly and forcing me to go "Comment?" every few seconds. And then she would repeat herself at the same speed. Come on, kid, that's not how this works.
Side note: Stagedoor Mélanie and Pushy Fan are both about seventeen or eighteen years old. A lot of the MOR fans I've found (or who've found me) on facebook are also, like, Twilight fans and stuff. I feel like I have voluntarily left the adult's table to hang back with the kiddies. But the kiddies are the ones with the glitter and that goshdarn rock music, so I quite like it here.
ALSO I AM MUCH CLOSER TO FLORENT MOTHE'S AGE SOOOOooooo if he ever wanted to take me up on that promesse de mariage..........
While we were waiting I showed Pushy Fan my Beeg Tonyyyy picture. She replied by shrieking at an ear-splitting volume and screaming that he looked like a fish. Hahaha okay.
It was quite rainy. The show let out and a billion other people crowded around the stage door with us. I told Pushy Fan I was leaving Sunday and she answered with "My birthday is Sunday!" Yeah okay. And apparently her plan for her birthday was to stagedoor again. Awesome. Hmmmm wonder where the troupe will be for MY birthday...
Bordeaux! Duuuuude I wonder if my parents would get me a really good seat and train tickets to Bordeaux and stuff for my birthday... that would be the shiz. I bet Mikele would upgrade and take a nice picture with me if it was my birthday.
Lol what I am supposed to be telling a story here.
Well anyway Maeva came out with an umbrella and commented at one point that she was afraid of getting too close to fans with it because she didn't want to poke anyone in the face. It was cute. When she came by us Pushy Fan pulled out a picture of her and Maeva together. Maeva looked at it and was like, Hang on, what am I wearing there? Oh yeah, that's from Monday. Haha. And then Pushy Fan tried to hold her umbrella for her while she signed stuff and Maeva was like No, I got this one, hon.
I was taking Pushy Fan's pictures for her, so I took one with her and Maeva.
Suddenly. Suddenly something AMAZING happened.
SOLAL CAME OUT OF THE STAGE DOOR AND STARTED SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS.
SOLAL.
He was the ONLY PERSON (besides the man-booby grabbing dancer) with whom I had no picture. And, almost my last night, there he was! For the first time since the first week!
I love that there's always a trace of makeup embedded in his butt-chin.
Also, he rested his head against mine while we were taking the picture. And his weird, bleary facial expression is just the face he makes in all pictures with fans.
OH SOLAL YOU SO CRAZY.
Right after this picture, one of the fans who was behind me stuck her arm out to take a picture of just Solal. Solal saw the camera and leaned forward until he was right up in the lens, making this same weird face. I wish I could see that picture. The flash went off, and Solal said "TÊTE GÉANTE." (That translates to GIANT FACE or GIANT HEAD, haha.) in a really low voice. SO CRAZY. I kind of love him now.
Moments later, the man-booby grabbing dancer appeared and started making the rounds! It was like a sign. I don't know what kind of a sign, but a sign nonetheless.
Unfortunately, Pushy Fan is kind of a mofo and did a really wretched job of taking the picture.
When I saw what she'd done, the dancer agreed to pose for another one.
Aaaaand that was the result.
PUSHY FAN. WHAT ARE YOU DOING.
So finally the dancer was like GIVE ME THE CAMERA. SHE took this one.
Not perfect, but I was like "THANK YOU VERY MUCH YOU ARE SO KIND THAT'LL DO." It was a ridiculous experience.
Also, clearly I was having a bad face day that day. I look a little bit stupid in every single picture. Possibly because I had forgone my glitter eyeliner for some reason.
And just like that, I had pictures with EVERYONE I'd ever wanted a picture with!
I saw
NOBODY?????? HOW DARE YOU PUSHY FAN.
So we went back to gazing at the stage door, and finally our hopes came true. And by hopes, I mean... FLOpes. I don't know if I'll ever mature out of this habit.
When Mister Floflo appeared, Pushy Fan. SHRIEKED. His name. Like. Like... like the sound she might have made IF HE HAD POPPED OUT FROM BEHIND A TREE AND STABBED HER. It was SO TERRIFYING and unexpected. I genuinely stood there clutching my heart for a while afterwards trying not to fall down. Actually most of the people around us reacted the same way. Get ahold of yourself, Pushy Fan!
I mean, I agree with her excitement, obviously. It's just the manner in which she expressed it that made it unacceptable.
I got all ready to take another ninja video, but before my turn came the girls ahead of me started jostling like mad to get flotos. I ended up pressed against Pushy Fan like her long-lost lover, and in the process my camera turned itself off. As such, I have no documentation of my second-favourite thing Florent Mothe ever said to me. I have no documentation of the first, either. Which is "Have a good niiiiiiiight" accompanied by the sweetest smile a human face can make.
When Flo got to me I told him I was leaving soon. I am going to do another transcription of my perception of his AMAZING ACCENT.
I miss his voice. It is the best voice.
Anyway, I told him I was going home soon.
Florent Mothe: Oh? Are you excited? (Arr yoo wexcided?)
Me: No! I want to stay here! (literally: RIGHT HERE AT THE PDS STAGEDOOR)
Florent Mothe: But your family misses you. (Bu tyorr fam'ly meesses yoo!)
Me: But I want to stay! (translation: AND YOU COULD BE MY FAMILY)
Florent Mothe: But they miss you! (But they meess yoo!)
Pushy Fan had had enough and waved my camera in my face, like DO YOU WANT A PICTURE OR NOT.
So I held out my Beeg Tonyyyy picture and said, "Will you sign my favourite picture ever?" and Flo said "Of course!" and wrote a little "Thanks! Florent Mothe" on it (that picture is stuck in the mirror in my room back in Paris). Then I asked for another picture and Flo was like Sure!
And then my favourite thing that has ever happened to my shoulder happened to it. In a fit of Awww the American is leaving soon Florent Mothe put a hand on my shoulder as he leaned in to take the floto.
And we have seen the resulting floto. Kind of.
The girls on the florum know my secret.
Actually, I was so excited about that loving shoulder-touch that I had a small Mikeleptic fit as the picture was being taken.
Florent Mothe looks so warm and loving and beautiful in the picture... and I look like an escapee from a mental ward.
CURSE YOU PUSHY FAN.
And yes, I know, you're thinking but wtf that's not the way you look in that picture!
THAT IS BECAUSE OF A LITTLE BIT OF FLOTOSHOP MAGIC. I went back to that Sunday when I chased Flow-Mo down outside the barrier, took my face off of that picture, and transported it onto this picture.
I made it look like this.
It's amazing how much more acceptable my face is when I'm wearing glitter eyeliner and bright red lip gloss.
I couldn't bear to continue looking at the picture with my face so stroke-y, but Flo's face is just SO MUCH NNNFFFF. So I took action.
Shhhhh.
Anyway, as he was moving on Flo said stuff like "Well, you know, thanks for all your support!" and I kind of realised that he didn't know I was still coming back the next day. And the day after. Thus the big show of sweetness. But I was like oh well, he'll figure it out when he sees my big white American face tomorrow night.
It was quite soon after this that Mister Mikele emerged. His manservant immediately scurried over to aid him with an umbrella.
Ohhh Mikele probably thought I was such a creeper after this night.
Pushy Fan had a gift for Mikele. She said it was a birthday gift. Uhhh well, this was the sixteenth and his birthday was the fifth, but okayyy Pushy Fan. She had a box all wrapped in blue with a tag that said "Pour un ange... Mikelangelo Loconte" and she passed me her camera telling me to get a picture if he kissed her cheeks. Sigh.
She also had a picture of Mikele and Flo onstage that she wanted him to sign, plus a picture of Mikele in the scene where his (Mozart's) mom dies. She didn't want to ask for them to both be signed, so she asked me to pass off one of them as mine. I was like whatevs.
The picture of his mom dying was quite nice, all lit in blue with a good shot of the Mèche and his mother all flopping in his arms. So when Mikelangelo Loconte reached us and saw me--he recognised me again, but as always I don't know if it was for the gloves or the razorblade fudge or just because I was there so often at this point--he did a "Oh, ciao. Ça va?" and I was like "Uh, oui. Whatevs. Sign this." except obviously I did not say all those things. I think I was still a little pissy about the times on the weekends when he was a crankypants.
He took Pushy Fan's picture to sign and went "Oh, waouh!" I kinda feel like he was being overly nice to me on purpose, which was sweet. Probably Flo read him my livejournal and was like "BE NICER TO THE AMERICAN OR YOU WILL MAKE HER SAD AND SHE WILL IN TURN MAKE OTHER AMERICANS SAD." That's probably what happened.
lol Florent Mothe saw my livejournal. Wowwww my life. And now I'm back in frikkin North Carolina, staring at screens and not bothering to get changed out of my pyjamas most days. Wow.
Anyway, as soon as she realised Mikele was being all nice about the picture, Pushy Fan jumped into the conversation like "WELL I'M THE ONE THAT TOOK IT. I'M THE ONE THAT TOOK THE PICTURE." I hope Mikelangelo Loconte realised then that I was just holding the picture for her, because otherwise he was probably like Whyyyy is that girl bringing me a really nice picture to sign and then just staring at me blankly when I tell her I like itttt?
So then Pushy Fan gave him her present (he asked what it was and she was like COLOGNE which actually worried me a little because I don't want Mikele to ever change scents. I like his Mikele smell) and he went in for the bisous. I took a picture and he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye like ????? and then I was really concerned about what I creeper I appeared to be.
You know what? I don't even remember if he bisous'd ME that night. Wowwww I am so Team Flo it's ridiculous.
Here is a giant picture of Mikele's "Barely Tolerating Fans" face.
His eye makeup. It is so amazing.
My trip home was kind of uneventful until the trains were all wonky and I had to get off one stop early and walk home in a butt-ton of snow. But I had my iPod running and I started practising mouthing along the words to J'accuse mon père and making a Solal face in the event that my friends and I ever did that video. Which we did. So that was good practise.
Actually I seem to remember that I was sitting on the train home being all glowy over how sweet Flo had been when suddenly I burst into tears because I didn't want to go home. I was quite sulky as I got off the train (and I had to get off a stop early) and then when I saw it was snowing I felt better (that was before I knew snow was EVIL). It wasn't until J'accuse mon père came up on my iPod that I started dancing around and singing. Turns out it's difficult to weep and dance at the same time, so voilà, I cheered my whiny mofo self up.
And that is what happened on my last Thursday night at the Palais des Sports.
I MISS IT SO MUCH.
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Date: 2011-01-06 03:52 am (UTC)It's like with Flo's eyes. They're a MUCH lighter brown than I would figure fit his face. But whatever. He's still charming. He also looks SO TAN in that picture you have.
I'm amused with the idea of him telling Mikele to be nicer to you, but your blatant lack of Mikele love makes me a sad panda. Ah, well, considering I'm the invert of you, I suppose that means I'll just have to love him a little extra?
That face in the Mikele picture makes me giggle. Aaaand I do my make up similar to that just because his make up is -that- wonderful.
Anyway. You'll be back in Paris and stage-dooring soon. Enjoy lying around in your PJs! We all know when you get back you'll be back to talking about frantically running around getting on your eyelashes and glitter (I say this lovingly, of course, as we love your stories and your frantic...ness).
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Date: 2011-01-06 04:17 am (UTC)I am much more about Mikele now than I was that evening! Just you wait. He had pissed me off over the weekend, but Thursday was the beginning of a super-nice streak that made me totally forgive him for all the cranky times! My Friday story is all about how great Mikele is. :D
I really hope I can keep the stagedooring up. I mean, obviously not in Paris, butttt weekends maybe?
I bought new, faker-looking eyelashes the other day! And more, even glitterier makeup!
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Date: 2011-01-06 04:21 am (UTC)I hope so. D: I feel like you still don't like him that much, so I'm looking forward to any stories where you don't seem so "bleh" about him. Looking forward to it~!
It would be quite lovely~
Do you know about Sally's? It's a cosmetic store that we have at least in my state. But EVERY TIME I go in now, I look at the fake eyelashes because of Constanze. I'm pretty sure that's one thing I'll never wear tho.
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Date: 2011-01-06 04:35 am (UTC)But seriously Mikele's gaze is a little disconcerting because his eyes are so, like, glassy and expressionless kind of. It is impossible to know what he's thinking. It makes me edgy.
Sally's! We have one! But I got my lashes at Target where they were about three dollars. I don't reckon Sally's is cheaper. It's Constance's eyelashes that made me really want to bring mine to France! I like to pretend I'm glam.
(About pastiness: I am fond of my glowing white skin too actually. I own a bottle of 100 SPF and a parasol.)
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Date: 2011-01-06 04:39 am (UTC)Note on Da Ponte: Far and I are getting ready to RP reincarnated versions of Salieri and Mozart and for some reason I decided that reincarnated!Mozart's dad looked like Da Ponte? So now that's what he looks like. >>
I think they were like $5 at Sally's. IDK. I was just buying some nail-care stuff and more black nail polish and I kept gravitating towards the eyelashes. So pretty~
(Good, be proud! I'm proud of mine too. :'D Except for the burning super easily thing. Thaaat, not so much.)
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Date: 2011-01-06 04:09 am (UTC)And about the sitting around in front of screens: story of my life. When I go to cities, I'm all over the place. When I'm at home, my time is so wasted.
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Date: 2011-01-06 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-06 12:59 pm (UTC)DEAD. I CAN'T EVEN- I MAY NEVER STOP FLOLING.
Ahhh, I kinda love crazy-Solal and his slightly unhinged-ness, it sound so fun when he does decide to appear.
And d'awww poor Mikele xD he did try, I'm sad your reaction was something along the lines of "eh". I enjoy your stagedooring stories so much, they're like a little drama/comedy series all of their own. I can't wait for the next ones, have a nice break before you crash back into the awesome that is your life in Paris! :)
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Date: 2011-01-06 01:40 pm (UTC)Yeah I know... he's kind of amazing. He was the one I saw do a flying leap through the stage door one of the first days and land in a crouch on the stoop thing like a superhero. It was incredible.
I feel pretty awful about the way I interacted with Mikele that day. I vowed to myself on the métro that I would be better the next day. Poor thing was trying to be nice and I was just like -_- or something. Tsk.
We did end on a good note, though! That story will happen eventually.
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Date: 2011-01-06 09:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-07 08:25 pm (UTC)Even the dancer chick had brown eyes.
Flo is just so precious in your pics, btw.
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Date: 2011-01-08 06:50 am (UTC)ANNND YESSSS ISN'T FLO JUST SO SO BEAUTIFLO
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Date: 2011-01-08 03:59 pm (UTC)