MOZAIK

8

"F***", I sighed. I held my head when I woke up. My mouth was extremely dry and I was a little sick to my stomach, as always when I had smoked a little too much. Every time after I had overdone it again, I swore never to smoke pot again, but since I broke that vow every time anyway, I might as well just let it go. I glanced at my wristwatch. It was already 11 o'clock. That meant I slept 6 hours, not that bad. Even though I usually slept much longer, I had learned to deal with sleep deprivation or just to crash on the bus during that tour.

So I got up to treat myself with a shower first. Maybe that would help to clear my head. 

My mood had reached a new low. Even after the shower I just felt like crap and I had absolutely no desire to sit crammed in a bus for 6 hours again today. Today we went to Lyon and I was glad that we had planned the day just for the trip. I couldn't even imagine playing a concert in this condition. I greeted the boys only briefly as we boarded the bus. I could hardly keep my eyes open. I threw myself on the next free seat and fell into a restless sleep in the next moment.

When we arrived in Lyon, evening had already fallen. Unfortunatelly, I was still a bit dazed, so I completely ignored Jan's suggestion to explore the area a bit more. The thought of a cozy soft bed was just too tempting. 

I felt a surge of joy the following morning as I regained my health. Over breakfast, my cheerful demeanor led the others to gaze at me in astonishment. I couldn't help but hum to myself and made sure to offer each tour member a sincere compliment. I was also looking forward to today's interview, which I would be conducting alongside Måneskin for the first time.

"Hello, I am Thibault from Radio France.", a young and wiry man welcomed us to the studio. He pointed to the spacious couch, situated on the other side of the room: "Please sit down." While he positioned our microphones, he briefly explained the topics he would address. We nodded in agreement, so he started the recording.

I managed to stay in the background during the interview. After all, I wasn't a permanent part of the band and didn't want to draw attention to my acting instead of Måneskin's music. 

When the interview was finished, Thibault asked us to take a cover photo for the listeners who would listen to our interview online.  For this he called his colleague to join us, who introduced himself as Maxime. "Stand there, in front of the stone wall.", he directed, before pointing his SLR camera at us. "This dress, it looks magnifique on you. And zee feather bolero, oh là là, it's like it was made just for you. Those cream colors, they really bring out your eyes, creating such a charming contrast, voilà!" I exerted considerable effort to prevent my eyes from rolling, aiming to avoid resembling a possessed entity in the photo. The photographer's audacious flirtation with Vic bordered on impudence. Evidently, the French had little regard for subtlety.

"I think that's it.", with a satisfied smile, Maxime tapped the screen next to him. We tried to catch a glimpse of the photo, on which we were all beaming joyfully at the camera. I really loved this photo, because we all looked so cute together. Almost like a family. The photo reflected what I had felt deep inside all along. In our short time on tour, we had grown together so much that it felt as if we had never parted ways.