Voyage 2002

The threads that held them together had never been cut. October 2002 / Benny.

SINCE THIS STORY IS ALMOST OVER, THIS WILL BE THE LAST BENNY-CHAPTER. ANOTHER AGNETHA, FRIDA AND BJÖRN CHAPTER ARE COMING YOUR WAY AND AFTER THEM, I WILL PROBABLY WRITE ANOTHER STORY. 

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL MATERIAL AND IS EXTRA LONG. ENJOY.

ME & I

"Well, well," he sighed, after taking one last look in the mirror that was placed in the dressing room. He was wearing black trousers and a black shirt. A bit boring perhaps, but before they were due to perform, a green cloak would come over it, matching Frida's cape.

A smile appeared on his face. Two more hours, then they would perform; Björn, Benny, Anni-Frid and Agnetha. ABBA. The group had formed in the 1970s and, in fact, they had never broken up. They had only taken a break. Honesty compelled him to say that it had gotten somewhat out of hand, but the threads that held them together had never been cut.

And now, some 30 years after they had accidentally founded the successful formula, they would move on. Older, with tons of life experience, and therefore wiser.

Frida had been looking forward to this gig for weeks. Anxious Aggy had been nervous about it for weeks and had been coached and encouraged by "big sis". He had been able to follow almost all the conversations between the ladies because Frida had been in Sweden for another month. With him.

At the end of the summer, he had bought a new house. In Stockholm, but in a slightly greener area. Officially, his plan had been to buy it with Frida, but when he suggested it, "the look" had immediately appeared on her face. He had left it at that and had bought the house himself. To his surprise, Frida had then thrown herself wholeheartedly into furnishing the place as if it belonged to her. With a satisfied feeling in his system, he had watched her. She was working with fabrics and colour combinations, drawing things out, scrolling the internet to her heart's content and getting brochures.

This was her way, he felt. This was her way of saying "yes" and he loved it. She asked questions, drew conclusions, compared and purchased. "What do you think of this green shade? It may be a bit too much, but it's only one wall, isn't it? / When you combine this wood with white and those dark edges of the window frames, it creates a really nice balance, don't you think? / I bought that dining table by the way, that was OK, right?"

The house would become perfect. Probably because she was perfect...

There was a knock on the door of his dressing room and he called out that it was open. Björn poked his head through the opening. "How far are you?"

"I'm ready," he replied. "But I don't think I'm 'the problem' here."

Björn pushed the door open further and entered. "Hardly."

"How far are the ladies?" he asked.

"If I look at it from the bright side, they are halfway," Björn said with some wistfulness in his voice.

Benny chuckled. "I hear frustration?"

Björn shrugged and plopped down on the chair. He too wore black trousers and a shirt. During the performance, he would be fitted with a similar cloak, but light blue. Agnetha's colour. Benny was sure the fans would go completely out of their minds. He had dreamt of a reunion for years - especially one with Frida - and he was not alone in that. Their admirers thought exactly the same way. And in a scant two hours, they would be at their beck and call. ABBA existed and ABBA consisted of two couples, as it was meant to be. He would play piano, Björn guitar, Frida would go wild. Halfway through the concert - after having been warmed up and after her stress would have given way to enthusiasm - Agge would also suddenly let loose. Fireworks would erupt. It would be fantastic.