Voyage 2002

"You recognize this kind of humiliation, you son of a bitch?" May 2002 / Björn

"Well, well, well," he said aloud, after finishing the conversation with Emma. They had caught up briefly and made an appointment to have dinner together. She still lived in London, so naturally they would meet up. He was looking forward to it. It had been quite a while.

He walked to the bedroom, grabbed his iPod and searched for Beethoven's Mondscheinsonate. Finally he'd have a moment to unwind with one of his favorite pieces of music. It reminded him of the fact that he should ask Agnetha to play it. It was always so wonderful when she played the piano!

Agnetha... as she had appeared that morning - together with Frida - in the television studio! Benny and he had been there earlier to organize a couple of things. After a while the ladies were brought to them by Görel. Tomorrow he would ask her how stupid his best friend and he had looked when she had opened the door and let Agnetha and Frida in. They must have looked like morons. Two staring human beings with open mouths.

"My goodness, Frida!"

"God Almighty, Agge!"

The ladies had looked at each other and chuckled. It was planned. That much was clear. Frida suddenly had a spiky bob and was even blonder than Agnetha, and Agnetha's hair was put up breathtakingly beautifully. Their outfits matched and they were both beaming.

"I don't think we'll get a lot of questions, Ulven," Benny said, before putting his hands on Frida's hips and bending his head toward her for a kiss.

It was strange to see, after all these years. Benny kissing Frida on the mouth... He had witnessed it several times before, but still he reacted to it in the same way, 'Huh?! Oh yeah, I forgot...' He had walked over to Agnetha, also for a kiss. "Wow! You look great!"

"Thank you. Frida styled me, as you can see."

"She did a fantastic job!"

During the press conference, the ladies got more questions, indeed . Furthermore, they were being asked why they had spoken to the press in Sweden first.

"We wanted to inform the Swedish people first, since Sweden is our home country, but now in London we have the opportunity to talk to the whole world. This is really the center of pop music, we think," Benny replied.

"Actually I wanted to go shopping with Agnetha, so that's why we decided to do it here," Frida rebutted.

People laughed.

"What boutique did you go to?"

"Quite a few, I must say, but..."

"The two of you look splendid! Well done!" a journalist interrupted her. "Did you buy those clothes to make an impression on Benny?"

Frida burst out in laughter. Her loud laugh. Too loud. Too close to the truth. "Why would that be?"

"Well, we have a snap shot here, I can show it to you, on which Benny and you seem to be kissing."

But of course! How was it even possible again!

Benny smiled uncomfortably.

He just about managed to stop a huge eye roll and Agnetha accepted the photo in question, because she was closer to the journalist than Frida. Together with Frida, she then bent over the picture. He looked at it too. Incredibly large pixels, everything was blurred. They had to be able to talk their way out of this, in theory.

"It's outside the studio," Benny said, rubbing his hands.

"I know," the journalist said.

"This isn't Benny, this is Björn," Frida said next.