3:30 pm
The calm voice of my father wakes me up carefully with a curt "It 's time."
I never risen faster this time, usually every time I wake up early I have a song in my head today is "It's all over" Three Days Grace ... weird! With a speed
absurd I prepare in less than three minutes, I do not eat, I do not drink, I do not make ... Sima is down waiting for me.
E 'obvious to write that every beat is accentuated by the veil of excitement that shines in my eyes and those of my cousin, needless to say I did not expect what would happen again.
The journey is not long at all, we speak of this and that, but mostly you talk about them, key topic of the day and our lives.
arrive at the hotel at 6:30 or so, and that's where I feel very stupid! We did not expect such luxury ... so, like tourists in a strange place, we venture to the room to lay a few bags and running to bring us Palalottomatica.
What we see devastation, but does not discourage us ... we get normally in a row, as civilized people ... because it was assumed that there were to be civilized people.
I never socialized with other people, but now I do, because I'm waiting for this day for seven months, because they miss me, because today I might hit someone, today is another day ... I'm alive.
Time goes fast at times, others too slow.
I think about them, I think the tiredness above me and that input two coming up, I'm not complaining, but if I could actually beat many people. How can
than a "sit down" security girls do nothing? I wonder if you really are insane ... Monsoon has been given a thousand times by the damn Zeven that does nothing but get excited, I can even make me hate!
BUM BUM, BUM BUM
Fear incessant beat of my heart, can make room in it, the soul is in tatters.
anxiety comes over me, I waited seven months for this day, I waited seven months for them ... and I'm afraid.
At a time when all have become enemies, all eyes are weighing on your soul ... 18:00.
open the gates, is a moment? A second?
We run at that time did not think about how, when, what ... do you have tickets in hand, trembling hands, hands worn out ... like you.
It takes a nanosecond to pull tickets, a tiny moment to check bags and then still run, non-stop ... just a destination, a fantastic goal. When I get
not believe my eyes, is the incredible closeness that I have with the stage, because we embrace Sima helpless, because after eleven hours on foot, without food, we can!
And we are weakened, ... but we laugh a nervous laugh and happy, we took photos to frame this moment of happiness damn, but we have to wait another two hours for the start of the concert, exhausting two hours when the sweat is sticking to her just like L & rsquo ; anxiety that envelops you tirelessly, two bloody hours of tension, quarrels with beanpole that you would cut his head quietly, two intolerable hours.
Time passes, the fatigue increases, but the lights go out!
The heart ... my heart is gone, all are gone, although the fatigue weighing on the back, there is any more, there's only me and them.
I see them, as beautiful as the sun ... I'm here in front of me even though I still can not make it.
so I missed the concert on July 6, it is possible that some humans can shine with such mastery of their own light?
jump, push, scream. I have to scream to the world my happiness, my whole time waiting for a miserable hour and a half, I cry because I'm breathing happiness that in a bit 'will vanish with them.
Sometimes I have to see them blow up, also comes a point I go into a panic because a thousand hands are raised in front of them not allowing me to see them, then ... maybe it's a coincidence, but perhaps there are no coincidences.
But there is a bottle, it seems strange and unnecessary to write it, but that bottle saved me!
lift up that bottle that I cm that I missed, I can see everything even if your back screams and curses me.
But I'm fine, and I sing ... I still wonder if I'm dreaming, but they are there, in front of me.
Breathe happiness Such is not so easy.
sixteen hours I waited for an hour and a half of happiness ... it was worth it.
And I'd do it again, and again ... even if the PC and now I'm crying, even though I destroyed my back and mood pieces, although I miss them so much, I have to thank yesterday because I have other objectives to be won achieve, a security that maybe it's just an illusion.
Yesterday I realized that after three years of reckless love for them, I'm still in love with an obsessive way, and unfortunately, possessive of them.
I realized that dream is not so wrong, because dreams do come true sooner or later ...
Breath even those moments, those memories ... and while it may seem exaggerated, it was not yesterday ... it was not exaggerated say that I live with them.
I have never accepted this dependence on the people, have always been an independent type, which stand it on its own merits ... but they are a delightful exception.
The tears I shed to "Forever Now" were indescribable, disclaimers, impregnated with the pain that my soul has passed for those grueling seven months.
And then ... then the sky cried. He cried because
-after sweating nonstop for a whole day, having been morally wrong and after that he never sold that day just for them-I've been waiting for so it is shaded in a miserable hour and a half.
But above all he cried because I breathed happiness, love, LIFE.
I breathe you, Tokio Hotel .
