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Monika Maid: Even now, by the upcomming dawn, it seemed her as would she drive through the forests of Schneewittchen. The light of the sky was slowly going dimm and between the valleys mist was rising along the slanges of the small hills. For a moment her heart was longing to leave the road and for a while her soul tried to fly in the deep dark forests straight into the small hills. There was no way to go there now at the beginning night and the light of the sky was softly changing into this deep blue, which is comming before the finally black with all the shining stars at night. Deep inside she knew that feeling to be secure in the darkness of a forest, and now seeing the fog made the hills with it's deep dark trees nearly homelike beside the road. Only a few cars were driving on that road and soon the lights of towns came in sight. Not far away he will be tonight, the man, whom she knew from some days listening to his songs in a wonderful and different atmosphere of places she'd never seen before. Since some years he did not go out of her mind and she was sure, that she wanted to see him again, waiting a long time till there will be a time, when he wants to come back to her country. Looking forward to this day, she wondered how soon the world is turning into the night, while the first sign-posts appeared. She'd thought, she would have time to go for a walk through the town before the concert-night begins to make some photographies, but now it was deep night so that she had to keep attention to find the way to the place where the concert will be. This town had always been famos in her life, known as the place where the high society was comming to the banquering-hall, there. And now she found out that there is an University too, therefore there would be another kind of life between the streets as in other towns without Univeristy. but this town was strange to her and she knew nothing more about it. The way was not difficult to find and there was a parking garage nearly empty and a woman crossed the street. She asked wether she can tell her where this hall is for what she was just searching. "Who is there tonight?", the woman asked back. "Chris de Burgh doing his first concert of his new Storyman-Tour", she answered. "Have you tickets for the concert?" was the next question. "Yes", was the next answer. "The hall is there, you must always go straight on than you will find it" was the description of the way. "I will go there too", she said and was soon out of sight. Another woman, just entering the garage was involved in a next question, which was going around in her mind. "Do you know wether Chris is already here?" "I'm working in this town", she answered, "he is not here, but he will come with the bus at 18.00o'clock. You can wait here till he comes, than you will see him," she said. Till 18.00o'clock it seemed her a long time to wait in the rain. She was freezing a little bit and made her first on the way to search for the hall. The way leaded along a swimming hall forward through a small way and at the end of it there was a taverne. She thought she could get a cup of cappuccino there to warm up, but the barkeeper told her, that the location is not open and will only be open when there is a special evening in the hall. She left and was on her way back to the busstation, which was not to see, when she suddenly found an entrance of the building. She stopped and looked in. It was around one hour earlier now, so she had time. Wary she followed the sound, which was comming out of the hall and than she saw something about she'd never thought she would see it one time. The band was just in the soundcheck, some melodies she knew, were actually played by the musicians. Far beyond the stage, she was now standing, looking and listening what they are doing. They were proving the drumms and the loudness of the microphone, she saw, when the wall bagan to vibrate. She felt it in her arm, that the waves of the sound of the instruments began to move the wall, just leaning there with her shoulder. In the middle of the room, between all the chairs a man was sitting at the mixer concentrated looking forward to the stage and the moving musicians there. Noone took notice of her. Some other men were comming to the mixer and left as suddenly a great ball, like a light balloon filled with air, glided through the hall and back. Or had there been some lines to hold it in it's way through the air? It was dark and the earth-ball was shining in a wonderful light, slowly gliding it's way through the air. The woman, she'd seen before walked through the hall now, and remembering her words, that Chris would arrive with the bus around 18.00o'clock, she made her on her way to the garage of the parking cars. No bus was in sight and still it was cold and raining outside. So she decided to go into the sports-restaurant to look for the time. She thought it is enough time for a cup of coffee and perhaps he would be surprised in a wrong way, when she would stand there at the bus-station to say welcome to him. The e-mails were going around in her head and this suddenly break of the e-mail post and the last messages they'd shared together, never knowing wether it had been really he, who had been writing. Late she got the cup of coffee, the barkeeper had a very slow coffee-machine. She found herself watching the clock . It was before a quarter to 18.00 p.m. now. Children were jumping into the water, and through the window to the swimming-pool she could see how much they were training to spring and how much fun they had even now, like she had had this fun in the past in her childhood together with her father. She payed and looked back to the garage. There was no bus-station and no bus to see, so she decided to go to the hall and there she found the door closed now. "You cannot go in", a woman behind a window sitting at a desk told her this. Anything was wrong, she felt. Had it something to do with the e-mails or with the time to drink a cup of coffee, that there was no way to meet up? A pair arrived at that door. It seemed her that both were waiting too. "It seems me that Chris has arrived now, for the door is closed. Maybe it is for his shelter, that they close the doors during the rehearsals before the concert", she said. "We don*t know", they answered as suddenly his voice was very loud to hear from inside "And I know it in my heart and soul, where we will be going...." she heard him singing and suddenly a feeling of sure arriving so soon was going around in her mind and she was glad having found him so early. He was here now and there will be a lot of time of waiting to see him. He was bussy now. In the last concert-reviews about his concert in Birmingham, there was something standing inside, that he has forgotten the words of "The Mirror of the Soul". Now he was singing parts of it very loud and clear and for sure right in the words, but sometimes a little bit in another way like she'd heard it on the records and it felt good to hear his voice again. Without any doubt, that was no record playing inside the hall now. He was it. And she thought she'd made a big mistake to leave the hall to find him outside arriving with a bus or drinking a cup of coffee, but for sure they had told her, that the e-mails with the name Chris de Burgh signed had never been from himself and that there is someone else, who writes these e-mails for him or instead of him. It is a better way to hold a bit distance, when something is not clear, so drinking a cup of coffee had not been wrong, she decided now. After a while his singing voice ended. Suddenly the pair said. "Look Chris is there!" "Where, I cannot see him?" "There, between the others at the bar, he puts on a pullover over the shirt.""No, really? Oh I cannot see him." The woman showed through the glas of the door with her fingers to the bar. There were more people standing , and for a moment she thought, she'd seen him too. He disappeared in the darkness of the hall so that his dark pullover must have been hided in the black. It was beginning to rain more an more and she'd forgotten her umbrella at home, only looking forward to this day. That did not matter, because a long time she'd lived without such a thing in the nature and she knew how it feels having wet hair and wet clothings. Some people had arrived at the main entrance now and the pair left. It was around seven o'clock or a little bit later, when she went back to the car to fetch her present for him and arrived soon at the main entry looking around. While waiting an elder man began to talk with her about the town and Richard Wagner and the house he'd left to his relatives after his dead and that there only can be played Wagner's music in this building and nothing else. "The most time in the year this house is empty", the man said and it is only open for the concerts there one time in a year. She talked a little bit about the roses and the one who was invited to come and did not arrive now. Maybe the streets are to much filled with cars and he does not come through, the man decided about this situation and there was one time waiting more in front of the hall, at the end she did not want to wait any time longer and sold his ticket to a man, who had no ticket in the hope he will enjoy the concert. He did not want to pay the regulary price of the ticket, but she was glad to get a bit money for it and he will be there and can enjoy the evening. "We will see us in the concert than", he said, but she looked to the stage to Chris and did not take any notice about this stranger sitting two rows behind her. By the ay it could have come to a crime in her thoughts about sitting two rows before a stranger instead of her past best friend, but it was no crime going on at this time in her soul, more a love-story to the singer on the stage who will arrive soon. He was the one, who had never left her alone in his words and with his voice and in his stories and even now someone whith her she'd mailed a long time before was sitting in the first row from England. They greeted each other surprised how they look in reality. Oh, now she had really to answer in English language and was not understood. It is not so easy to talk in a language, which is not the motherlanguage and it is not so easy to listen to the people whose motherlanguage is English, she found now. She seemed to be in distance to her now and it was pretty hard to talk with her, when she looked into her eyes, but the brown eyes seemed her sympathic now. To sit down and be silent was the only way , looking to the left side, where she could see a smile from a woman, who could talk in her language and that smile felt like home in the country beside her. The melody of "The Storyman began in the background and than the words "I 've got every reason to be high, I 've got a place in heaven beyond, I've got dreams to live and I've got love to give and I know it in my heart and soul, where we will be going, where we will be going.." and than he appeared and the all suddenly were happy in the hall and a great aplouse was to hear as a "Welcome" to Chris. It must have been the same for all around her and the emotions were running high in her soul, that he now was here always thinking and feeling, that he knows her and she knows him. Out of a great distance they 'd come to be aquainted a little bit, for some moments in her life. This must have been the reason, why her heart was so much glad now, when he contiued with his new song "We're living in one world...", which was actually so true at the moment to see and to hear him near again. As next song he had choosed "The Storyman" and talked again about looking for thirteen songs that all could find hided in this one song of him, and she remembered a lot of them, but was not sure in every title, which was shining on the big screen behind him . Two were new to see in the written letters there. And one of them she'd never heard before in her life. She loved that song, the melody, the words in it, it was just as would he tell her in a song about his life as a storytelling singer, like she'd found him in his records in the past and it felt warm to be with him with these words comming to her ears. Sometimes a short look from the stage through the audience was to see and it felt as would he know her. Than he did something completely unexpected and went back in the next song into a time of his first records with the song "Sailing Away", a song which she always had loved, but only heard on the records many years before. And when his words were "I wish I was sailing away, sailing away with you tonight.." or "I wish I was sailing away, sailing away in your arms tonight.." it felt as would have come this dream in the song from him true now in his life. He was here and the arms of all were open and when he could listen to the audience he must have felt it, that he had arrived at one right point on his journey now. And the journey with him began. He invited the audience tonight to come with him to different countries all around the world, to the other side of the world, to Africa and maybe to China, all should sit down and he explained a bit about the films in the background. The journey startet with the song "The Traveler", while in on the screen a wulf was to see first, than a cowboy riding on a horse, the usual door of Westernfilms, when he sang "I can almost smell his revenge", and "it's me that he's after, it will be disaster, this man is goona take me to the very...." he did not sing this loud "eeeeend" now, how she knew this in her records and which had always been something like the end during the time, when she'd heard this song more and more in a strange town. By the way it was a german town in the south. Oh how often she'd heard this song . It began with "In from the coast, riding like a wind and racing in the moon, shadows on the road, dancing and a-weaving like a cracy fool.." and just at the moment as he sang "a horseman is comming, death in his heart ..." on the screen appeared this cowboy about whom he 'd sang, "Yes with him I must go.." It had never been a horseman with whom she had to go, but something had been equal in her life to this horseman in the song. It was not the moment to remember it all. He was here now, there was no horseman in the hall and the horseman was only shining on a screen like in a Western on television, but he sang it as would he really be in danger going with this man, but there was no other chance for him, than to go with him. So he felt lost forever in the hands of someone's revenge. A long time before, lonely sitting in a small room, she had had memories about someone who'd been like this horseman in her life and now she was glad, that his horseman was a cowboy out of a film and not the real horseman in her life, so she could enjoy this song in it's words now like it was a story out of the wild West. After this song he told from Africa, to imagine that there is an old man dying by the firelight under the sky and his family is with him to say him good-bye and he says to his family, that they must not be sad about his death, because he will be with them in the rain and the wind and his words were so sofly spoken about this old man and he began to sing "Spirit" one of his new songs in which we could listen to the Bongos of Africa and the Rhythm of this land with it's special dances to the rhythms. In the background pictures of Africa appeared and we were far away now with him in our imagination, really thinking that the old man is sure in his family there lying in the grass near the firelight so different to our culture in Europe, when someone dies. And this hope in the words "Do not cry for me, I'm with the stars, do not cry for me, I'm with the wind, do not cry for me, I'm with the rain, soon spirit is comming to take me home" felt wonderful, noone was there dying without giving hope to the ones who must stay on earth a longer time, who will cry for him and this dying man seemed to look back through his live, what he has seen and what he had seen growing up and the words in the song looked like a fullfilled life of an old black man in Africa. Out of the memories of Africa, the heat of the burning sun, he contiued with the title "The same sun" and the audience was so happy, when they heard it now and clapped their hands and something like an "ahhhh and an ihhh" like enjoying was going through the hall. Afterwards the ladies stood up and brought him a lot of roses. So there were more humans in the world who go exactely after this wonderful song close to him, she saw now. It had been the song in Salem, when she allowed herself to come out of the dark nearer to him to bring him a rose, so much impressive had been the words of this song heard a few days before he came. There was a run to the stage from some now and she came a bit to late, but did not want to go later and alone to bring him a present. Again they could change some words. He did not say much, but seemed to be happy about it. She saw it in his smile and that was really an expression of luck at the moment. He had been just turning back so she had to say "Chris" to him, what she never had said before and he turned back and smiled. And the present needed a small explanation to him in his language. He looked a bit astonished and asked back "For me? From you?"and he smiled about it. Another moment, which will be forever between them in her life. Happy she turned back and wanted to listen to this wonderful concert on and on, without standing up once more, so homelike was the feeling there in the near of him on this evening, while the sound out of the loudspeakers from the bass, sometimes shaked her bones. The concert had to go on now and fast she went back to her seat. He was looking to he bottle of wine, showing the wine, asking wether someone wants to share the wine with him and turned the bottle far away from his eyes, mentioned that it is wine from Frankonia and that he cannot see the ettikett, when he does not hold the wine far away. There was actually noone who was able to drink a glas of wine with him. The audience not and the band not, so he continued the concert. It was completely dark when a stage with a curtain was rising higher and higher at the left side of the stage. Before this happened he told that it is not sure wether religion felt from the sky or is made from people on earth, as far as she could remember his words and that this is a song about the formation of a religion. Then he disappeared behind the curtain. A few seconds later he was standing at the top where there was placed a lamp like a big diamond and he began the song "The mirror of the soul". She was afraid. Will he know the words of the song today? Or has he forgoten them, like the e-mails had told her this before? He was singing and the diamond was shining in a normal light of a lamp. It was the first time, when she saw him like an actor, and the stage in the great stage suddenly looked like an altar, where he was standing like a priest, but it was not a real altar. The story was about an old man and two brothers. The old man appeared at their home with something in his hand and the brothers, standing at the gate, found out, that it is a diamond, what he is holding in his hand and it is shining like the sun. They saw, that it is the greatest diamond that they have ever seen and wanted it for the altar. The old man had called it the mirror of the soul. Behind him the life of normal priests going their way, collecting things from people were to see, while he continued singing with his wonderful voice "we must place it on the altar high, send the devil to the fire, power over men we'll have, when they see it shine, when they see it shine. When he sang these lines, his finger showed directely to her down from this stage as far she could see it in the darkness of the hall. She thought, "Oh what does he mean? We both must send the devil to the fire? Oh why not, there is a devil in my religion and he lives in the fire since god has condemned him to the hell. But what, when he thinks like some in the church of Frankonia, that a human can be the devil many years before? Would he send ,me to the fire, me, a small woman , who loves his voice looking at him now in happyness to be with him and hear hear him?" But he continued in a better way. He will place the diamond on the altar high and collect money from people who wants to see it and purify their souls for this money in this story. That was a good looking forward in the world now. The diamond would take away their sins. Afterwards he decided to kill this man and later he would start the religion with this new diamond, which was shining in the sun. The new religion had begun even now with killing a man to get the reliques for the religion, the diamond. All people had now to give up their possetions and could buy with their gold a redemption and the promise of Eternal life and the diamond now was the center of the new religion. Than something new happend in the story after the lovely churchbells were to hear. A young boy was brougth "to the altar to touch this famos gem" and Chris touched it and it began to shine more and more just at this moment. Oh that was that great and wonderful light and where was the exploxion? There was no explotion to see only the shine of the great diamond in the dark. They all could see it, but what was not to find out was who the Abbot is, who could not see it, the old killed man or someone else? Than he came down and the third part in the song sounded like the end-melody of a great film, and if it had had not been such a new song, the audience had been able to sing along with him "And all their dreams of glory, all their shemes and stories, would come to nothing after all, because a power greater from the world's creator, gave us love to light the mirror of the soul, only love can light the mirror of the soul." And that was a song, really divine, maybe his greatest story he created in music in a song, she'd heard. And the thoughts she could be the devil, were completely away. The diamond was shining to the right time, he had known the full text. What a luck! And in the film about the men in the churches had nomore been pictures of history with Inquisition and Reformation, how she was told about the history of the church so many years before. What an easy religion was now comming along. She thought a little bit about diamonds and came to the thought, that this story could be like the sucess of his carreer, which once had begun with a little diamond, when she thought about all the record-players, who had had a needle with a small diamond to hear the first songs of him. Diamonds are the traditional presents for women, before they get married in this country . And all this was now going around in her mind, when she'd heard the story of the religion with the biggest diamond in the world they'd ever seen. After this great new part he mixed again some elder songs of him in his program and to her surprise, she could now, after he had played "A spaceman came traveling", what made the mood in her a little bit christmaslike, hear "In a country churchyard" live. It felt as would he want to remember her to her thoughts about this song, which she'd loved so much in the past, suddenly thinking about him, when she'd heard it on her records. Maybe he knew it, that she had begun to write short stories around his lyrics and one story is about this feeling of the past to this song, maybe he did not know it and it was a construction like she had learned to do it in the past with the children, when there had been fiests with parents in which they should sing together with their children, and the teacher took such a kind of mix from elder and younger songs as advice for didactic. But in this moment all the didactic and the learning was forgotten for a while and it felt like would he have found her now, found her lonesome dreams in the streets, not laughing about them in her younger days and had taken this song as reaction to show her, that he is not one of these killers in the other stories, instead of it a soft and tender man in the world, who can understand a woman's heart, like her's. It felt like this and she never knew how he chooses his songs for a concert in reality, she was only feeling now and enjoying especially this mix. To one time he made her another joy. It began with the words "There's a spanish train that (run us) runs between, Quadalquivir and old Seville and the dead at night the whistle blows, and people hear she's running still....." She understood run us instaed of runs, because this train was so often running in her lonely nights in a record from him, that it looked as would this be their train together, which was even now running again. It was a story about a dying railwayman, his praying family, the souls who die and the Lord and the Devil, who were playing poker for the souls to get them. And since she was sitting at home with her dictionary, she knew the story now and sang along with him, but for sure he did not know this in time, when it really had happened. The woman on her left side looked and laughed. It had been pretty difficult to find out about what this story is and she never had thought, that it would be about playing poker with the souls on earth. The more she had discovered the words, the more she had to laugh about this story and the audience was crying for joy, when they heard the first words of it. In the background all members in this story appeared in a film, the poker-cards too and the small souls and we could really see the red hand of the devil, fetching his souls like little stones at the end of the film. What a horror-vision to get in the end of our life in the red hand of a devil, but this vision was a really old one here in Germany. She had decided to write nothing and to make no photo only sitting and enjoying this evening near him. So later it happened, back home, that she could not remember in which succession he'd played the songs, when she began to think about this evening to hold this moment in her heart as something not usual and something like a little wonder, that she had had the chance to see him, living so far away from each other, talking in different languages and sometimes she had the feeling to pray for this way to go with him and she'd prayed for it in long, long winternights. But how to pray in a church now? Since she had found him and discovered his language in his songs, she felt, that there is something between his lyrics, words and her, but it would not be enough to go with him into a church or cathedrale, where they sing other songs in his language, which she never heard. And at the other side she could not go in the church of her motherlanguage, because it had taken so much time to find his words and to understand them over two years now. So she prayed lonesome at home in the night, when she felt there is something to tell her god now. She'd seen films about him, when he was singing in churches and it made her sometimes sad, that she had no possibility to do it like he can do it, but sometimes there was a fiest in another town in her church of her childhood, where she could go with other people, who seemed to understand that she wants to go to church sometimes and to learn the other time or to work. It must have been next or not far away from Spanish Train when a new film started with flying fighters and the song "The Leader" was to hear now. She sat there, watched the screen, saw a circle of stones where people got convoked through someone who looked like a priest near a ring of stones. As far she knew these ring of stones has a cultural signification and are standing on a island, maybe Island or France. The film now changed in "The vision" and flying aeroplanes from a war were to see to this song ending with an nuclear mushroom. She felt short remembered to Hiroshima, but did not go deeply into this memory and when he sat there at the right side of the stage and sang "What about you? What about me? What about us?" she remembered the record she'd got last year, where she had been phascinated from these trilogy and she'd always loved this questions as a memory to the bad times on earth like wars, which he and she would like to survive in a better way with a lot of distance to the wars which had been going on in the past. It was like sitting in a dining -room watching a film with him and not short after this trilogy he must have sang "Where peaceful waters flow", and "Borderline, maybe before and it felt as would he be back like in the way of these two songs, she'd loved to hearing him singing them in the past years. He had come over the borderline and was now here where peaceful waters flew and still were flewing and in this moment was no other way to think for her and to her surprise he had sung "Broken Wings" one of his old songs, she'd always had in her small room in even this part of the country two decades before, when she had dreamed herself near to him and was is thoughts about past lost first loves with the first experiences in life. It felt good to hear this old song live again after so many years of new music from him, very good. It was as could she now see that young man from over the ocean in her life and there was no change in his voice since than only his voice was a bit fuller perhaps, but this was not to hear. He was the one, she'd been longing for. And noone came between them on this evening in reality. She felt warm and happy all the time and he was in a wonderful mood, when he started continueing with his new album. At next he explained, that we will go together to Russia in the stories, to Leningrad, where there was a war and where a woman was comming into a house, where a she found an old photography on the wall showing a young girl with their parents and a friend to whom she felt in love. And when the war began he had to go and she never found him again in the world, but now, standing in the hall, they were going to meet again at this time actually now and the song began to sing. And in this song he told the story of the two lovers. He was sitting in front of her eyes now at the piano, playing piano. By his words "For the girl in the photograph, much had changed in the years that passed, but her longing for the boy she loved was still the same since the war. It was a moonless night upon the road of life, when he held her to say goodbye, Many more would survive, for he stayed behind to help them live again; " she changed the story in her mind. It was not more only a story between that russian girl and the soldier, it began to be a story between him and her. She felt this lonely sitting at home, never knowing where he is in the world and this longing feeling to see him again, him the musician, the boy she loved from his first songs and as the song went into the lines "Back in those happy days, before the soldiers came, to break down the ones who remained, and they only survived, who could learn to die, and live to fight again.", she had really the feeling he is back now and all will be good than, they have survived more than 2 decades far apart from each other, she had seen a lot of dying and it felt free and good like something like a new beginning of life, when he was standing so near at the stage to sing. He live was not so much different the last two years to the life of this woman in the war. And the photography she had was still his. She was only a thought away from his story of "Leningrad" as he catched her again with the song "The grace of a dancer". It was a story from a man maybe out of the high society and an easy country-girl, who felt in love with him. They could not stay together through the rules of society, who could not allow a relationship between him and her and so they he left her and found her again in the ocean to save her life in a storm. And with her was his boy. So they met again. That was his next story of leaving and meeting and always the times between they left and met again were painful times in every story. Brave she was sitting in the audience and he sang every song very well and she enjoyed listening to his voice. The scene began to change now. He was going in the background to the band. Other instruments were brought in. The man on the piano changed and was another musician now and Chris slipped back into the stage between the men sitting down, when she heard the song "Love of the heart devine", which she had never heard before in her life. An accordeon was playing now and they sat together like elder men she'd seen here in the streets or on a small stage in a shoppingcenter. It was comfortable to sit in the near of them, in the near of even this group of musicians with himself inside singing along and it looked as would he feel very well there at the moment. It was a love-song about a young pair, who felt in love together and the love stayed a life long through the war times too and she became a bit ashamed about this song, listening to him, not knowing why. He got applouse like to all his songs and than he played Lady in red in another version with accordeon in the background. It was wonderful to hear this song changed in music now again and he looked happy, when he showed what is meant with cheek to cheek, showing it with his fingers. There must have been something on this place what had made him so happy this night. Something had been there, for sure. Maybe he continued with "Moonlight and Vodka" afterwards playing a light suffered man so that the song became a private normal mood there on the stage, but he was not suffered from the glas of water. And to his luck, on this day he had a band to which he could say "hey boys play me a song" and they smiled, when he turned backwards and played a little piece of their own as far as she saw. Than he came again in front of the stage to be anotherone, the younger Chris with the songs "The words I love you", which she now knew from the last concerts of the Road to Freedom Tour, which had been much more been in distance and he continued with "Bal masqué". By the words, "one touch is all it takes, two hearts will meet again, I will know you tonight, when I'll see you at the Bal masqué" she was sure he will recognize that he had seen her before. Maybe the film was now starting about which was spoken in the mailings about the fans and maybe some were now in front of the stage to dance, for sure , they were, when he started to sing "Living in the World" to which song it was very good to dance and all were so happy now, that noone wanted to let him go after the next songs "My father's eyes" and "Say goodbye to it all", to which she'd found a remembering on his website over a question. It was good placed that way, much better than in the last tour. They left the stage and got a lot of applause and in this good mood with the audience, who wanted them to come back again, he started "Don*t pay the ferryman" and "High on emotion", what all made dance. No song of the Beatles was to hear now. All his own and he really had enough own songs to move the whole hall and lightens the mood there. Chris was in a wonderful mood too and continued with "Patricia the stripper", which she'd only heard on records before. And he performed it in a wonderful way, catching a slip and turning it around over his head like a trophy. That was the right mood, but he promised to be brave in this town tonight. And at the end he sang "The snows of New York", before we finally left that place all happy and really satisfied about this meeting evening. He took all the presents his arms could carry and disappeared. All were standing in the hall now and searching for something. He was away and the workers began to rebuilt the stage now. Some had seen that he could not take all the presents with him so she saw, that he had only got the roses and not the other present, she'd made for him the last year. She saw that one woman took her present and asked wether there will be someone who brings him the things he has forgotten. Nobody knew something about it and asking forward, there was noone who would bring him the lost presents and he would not come back to fetch them. So she took her small gift and decided to take it back home. 'Perhaps he did not like it', she thought, but 'perhaps he could not hold it', was the meaning of the others, who saw that he was holding a lot of roses and wine in his arms. 'Try it again to give it to him', was the advice at the end and they all had to go back home to the hotels and she drove through the night, knowing that she will have half of the road to go, till she will see him tomorrow again. The first tomorrow in her life with him. written by Monika Maid November 2006 |
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