Prologue - The Misfortune haunts us
It was so that I and others wanted to go see The Theatre. At last it seemed that this was the good thing. A week ago, when we were placing more or less to go around, starting with the bus, here at school who suddenly feels ill Federico. It's terrible. They take him to hospital. And there the trouble began. He is a bit 'better little by little, but her mom just does not trust to send it. Roberta, his girlfriend, says that seems to be bad without him. His friend Andrew who had to carry two other types can not be said and the two guys either. We remain in seven. Let other people to come with us, or the bus would have cost us more than thirty euro. Nothing, nobody wants to / can come. At the end convince Robert to come, but we are still very few. He offers to be the
Chapter 1 - The journey
The departure was scheduled at six-thirty. As always me, my brother and Roberta ervamo quite late, so we left at ten to seven .-. we arrive at the exit of Milazzo, where we waited for other people. So that Eugenia had risen at that time on the bus asks "Hey, where's Anna? D:" Well, we had forgotten a girl .-. However then we have taken and all hath been resolved. During the trip the bullshit took turns one after the other at breakneck speed, also involving the driver. The journey has not even last long and nine and a half we were already there.
Chapter Two - The pre-concert
Well, then we had arrived. And we were the first, as the concert started at eleven. The place was near the airport, in fairly remote in the countryside. Thus we have the opportunity to eat and drink to the health, as some clever person had brought wine and beer, while meanwhile was beginning to get someone else. Just then a figure appears: ERA MANZANA gosh. His glowing eyes; __; his beard; __; was so cool; __; we had to keep a girl who was with us (a which says that in his previous life was a groupie) because otherwise the jump on him (and how he's wrong? ;__;), while meanwhile he had gone to greet a group of guys around there and it was back inside. Oh, I already said it was so cool?; __; Here, it was so cool; __; After this close encounter, wait a bit 'and then just open enter. The place was pretty cool: the stage was perhaps a little 'small but open, there was a pain in the ass tree in the middle, but if you went you would find around ponds, tables, places to eat and drink, all very nice. Meanwhile, a boy who was with us escaped allìinseguimento Manzana, returning with an autograph and a pick (that ass, you bastard .-.). The concert was opened by a group called Venice, but not if they are no threads. I wanted opened Manzan Bologna Violenta with his project, but nothing, not that day. While that sounds scoured the area, we are going to buy T-shirts, we stop at the pub. When we leave we review him, always him, Nicola Manzan, man. The groupie goes to the "Listen mister, when you have time we can get a photo? When you have time, though, because now I see that you're busy drink. "Of course! Wait, I get to do something and I'll be right, that we begin between half an hour! "Man missing for half a minute and come back, specifically to take photos with us. Friendly, nice, very cordial and cool. The boy of the autograph requests to get the picture: after that was taken Manzan farlgi asks to see what's coming, but we do too normal rifacciamola! It redeems the picture, where this time both have a glowing eyes and a strange pose. It is a great man, very approachable, I'm seriously starting to love him ♥ Obviously the only sucker who did not manage to get a picture with him because he was already late and I had had to flee (and also my brother). We begin to approach the stage. My brother had disappeared, apparently was andre the bathroom. When he returns he says, "I met Capovilla and I got the photo done! You plug me because he smelled of alcohol and the belly in an indescribable way. " Obviously some of the fortune he has only .-. But then finally the show begins.
Chapter 3 - The concert
It was a delusion. Fantastic. We place the ladder: Two
- To None
- Life is short
- It's my fault
- In Cold Blood
- Our Father
- Mayakovsky
- The Jealousy
- The Third World
- Never Say Never
- The Lyric Tom
- My Life My God
- And she was!
- Partner Teresa
- Die Zeit
Capovilla:" If I was silent ... "
sileeeeeeenzio * * Tom
random from the audience: " As the tuooooooono "
scattered laughter * *
Capovilla: " No, not so ... * Silence * THE COOOOMEEEEE TUOOOOOOONOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!"
A wonderful scene ♥ The second part was monstrous, really spectacular. There, the mosh was awesome! Fantastic; __;
Another wonderful scene, so the concert was over and were leaving: Tom
random from the audience: "The bacchetteeeee! Drummer, tiraci the bacchetteeeee! batteristaaaaaa!
Manzan: "He has a NOMEEEE! USALOOOOO!"
Guy: "But I do not know!"
Manzan: "LO IMPARIIIIII!! "
that man, that man ;_____; ♥
Chapter 4 -
after concert After the concert there was a sort of DJ sets, with a guy who could not mix, but instead put songs pussies . We spent half an hour to type ballicchiare together (needless to say that Franz Ferdinand are as crazy about), cool sisi. After a bit 'here: CHECK Capovilla. All of us run away from him for the photo, obviously. It's a fantastic person, you talk, jokes, laughs, is very nice, is a man of love ♥ In my photos I had a face fuck, but I was ashamed to ask him to do it again ;___; The groupie, not content , is also looking forward to Jonathan (gourmet ;__;) and found along with the drummer, that ass ;___; ballicchiato After a little more 'on leggiuadri melodies of indie-alternative-electronic-dance very very nice , we headed towards the van. To which the see the driveway of the guys with the posters. A € o'clock. The buy. My brother and I realize that there are too large to be hung in our home Q: But they're still beautiful \\ O / We decided to hang it instead of a poster of Mickey Mouse, oxy ♥ We get on the bus: you come home!
Chapter 5 - The return trip
No, well, here there's nothing to see Rie because the time and the evening passed, we were all very passive. Anyway we arrived at four in Milazzo, tired, but with the desire to remake a thing so soon ♥
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