"Sentite ma come ci si veste? Voglio essere all'altezza della situazione insomma!" l'unica che avrebbe potuto rispondere ad una domanda del genere giudicandola più che legittima, anzi estremamente necessaria, sarebbe stata Tiff, la quale però non avrebbe partecipato event. So we were two against one, Lola against Francis and Ella.
"I do not know, I have to be a bit 'rock or do casual? O good girl with a veil of" some nights "?" The two look up to heaven, he looked at her in agreement and seem to understand that for someone like me, there's nothing left to do. Ambassador Francis you get this message: "But you dressed as, among all these people want to count as you're dressed?" Ela continua "But yes, how many problems normal clothes ..." I look like a crazed groupie of the listeners and their elite, of detached and rational fans. The meeting ends a two-on-1 to 0 for them.
Indeed, hope Ligabue, Luciano Ligabue, being aware of Funkfunk anonymous in the crowd of his concert is a utopia. In the little theater that would host his music, get ready to listen and, with a little 'anxiety, we equipped with cameras and bandanas shouting his name. The lights go out, the concert is about to begin The tension mounts, tents decorated in purple and gold thread open then we see it. A man with a chiatarra in hand and many other instruments around it. Sitting on a bench, a sort of typical of the bench waiting rooms. But he was waiting or us, who were aiming for a myriad of eyes on you? One moment to savor the solitude of an ordinary man. An ordinary man, however, that with his guitar has arrived. Then, after that moment, pandemonium breaks out, voices shouting, lights that blind and tools to sing one or two chords in unison.
It was there that I, Lola, I had my revenge.
"Lolaaaaaaaaaaa, can not believe it! Is a figataaaa! Ahhhh!" ending with a scream hysterically Francis had undergone a metamorphosis, from detached and made fans turned into a real groupie. His hands were fused with the camera, every sentence ended in a laugh followed by a scream and beat his feet on the ground at the time of the applause at the end of each song. More than happy to have found one of my mitered like us together for the rest of the concert. The transformation, however, Liga does not regress when we greeted him and took his leave. Francis was still in a state insane.
"Ella, Lola, there is no truck Liga Ligabue tour is written, let us take pictures, c'mon, c'mon on!"
"Lola, Lolaaa! Here's the back, Liga will come out of there, come on! We ask for an autograph from Lola!"
We could not do anything about it. The metamorphosis did not leave our friend Francis, we had to drag her away by force, trying to pry up the small area of \u200b\u200bground that still remained. What I learned from this evening? Well we all, deep down somewhere, it's a bit 'groupie you just wait for the metamorphoses hits us. Before or then it's up to everyone.
In any case, 2 to 1 for me, game won!
Your groupie, Lola.
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