ABBA set in 2001 and later. What will their voyage be like?
Agnetha, Björn, Benny and Anni-Frid have known each other since 1969. They have been through a lot together - a lot. ABBA came to an end, but Björn has been working on a new deal.
Will th...
With a smile, she walked back to the four chairs. Björn, Benny and Minsting walked behind her. Fredrik followed at a trot. Even before she had taken her sea, the guys from the technology had projected picture one. Those folks were in a hurry.
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"Naw, Baby-Frid!" she heard Benny, as he took a seat too.
The audience clapped and she shook her head. "This guy really has an obsession with my name," she said, laughing. "There's no variation I've heard yet."
"Oh yes there is," he said. "I wouldn't challenge me, because the possibilities are inexhaustible. I can tell you that, Plenty-Frid."
Cheers sounded and she burst out laughing again. Benny crossed his arms and looked at her triumphantly. "Two new ones, within half a minute. Where's that sticker?"
Beside her, she heard Agnetha and Björn chuckling.
"Soon," she said, with a look that unfortunately did not turn out as neutral as she had hoped.
The fans had an opinion about that and let out a loud "WOOOAAAAH."
So far, so good. Great, those people! Great, that attention and great that guy of hers!
"Baby-Frid, then," Fredrik took over. "You still look like her."
"Yes," she replied, "just some grey hairs now."
Agnetha, who was seated next to her again, leaned forward and looked at her quasi surprised. "Are you grey?"
"Are you blonde?" she returned quickly.
Agnetha rolled her eyes and the audience roared again. She was on quite a roll.
I am Frida, hello!
"When Baby-Frid was born, there wasn't even a mention of me yet," Benny let out cheerfully. "We are one year, one month and one day apart."
"True," she said. "Baby Björn, by the way, was already a fact, but Agnetha's parents had yet to be born themselves, so that didn't go so well over there."
"The circumstances under which you were born were far from ideal, weren't they, Frida?" she heard Skavlan, making her turn her attention back to the interviewer. "You didn't have an easy childhood."
She shook her head. "It was a bumpy ride indeed."
"You grew up with your grandmother."
"Yes, my mother died very soon after I was born. I was not yet two and it wasn't until the ABBA years that I saw my father for the first time."
"Not that was a bizarre coincidence," Fredrik said.
She nodded. "It certainly was," she replied in a tone that made clear that the conversation about him was dead there. She had no desire to talk about her biological father. The man had gotten enough attention over the years. Even from the media.
