The Tortured Poets Department

this is me trying

I did end up wearing her jersey, along with a black miniskirt. It was in this jean material, which I found looked great with the jersey. I wore a pair of dark blue sneakers, some black sunglasses, and a Barcelona cap that I had bought in a small store here. Most of the clothes I had no idea where they were from, and these were no different. I bought a lot of clothes, and it was impossible to know where everything was from. My hair was braided into two French braids, and I was wearing some light makeup, as I did every day. I was looking forward to watching this game, and it helped that it was Alexia who invited me.

A taxi picked me up at the hotel and drove me to the arena. Someone who worked there showed the way to my seats, their name was Lisa, I read it on her name tag. Before the game started, I got myself a soda to drink. I had packed some cucumber sticks, along with some carrots to eat while watching the game. I had also packed some chocolate to eat.

Beside me there was a few other people. I think I had ended up in the family and friends' section, because the two women next to me were also wearing Alexia shirts. A few rows in front of me there was a family who all were wearing Rolfö shirts. I think we were grouped based on who we knew and who's tickets we used. That meant I was sitting next to Alexia's family. Was this really optimal?

"¿Conoces a Alexia?" the older women asked. I did not know Spanish, at all. In school I had studied German, which might have been the worst decision I had ever made, considering how hard the grammatic rules were. "Are you talking to me? I'm sorry I don't speak Spanish" I apologized to her. "Then I am the one who should be sorry. I asked if you knew Alexia" the woman clarified. "She invited me here" I answered, trying not to reveal too much about the circumstances. If this was a person Alexia knew she deserved to be the one telling people that she knew me.

I continued to talk to the two women sitting next to me and I found out that they were Alexia's mother and sister. Her closest family. It was cute that they were there to support her for this important moment in her career. My family almost never watched my shows. It was not that strange, considering that my father was currently in rehab for his alcohol addiction, and my mom was working full time. My mom had found the time to watch my three shows in Sweden and I was happy about that. Most of my family had been there, smiling and singing along to the songs. I stayed for almost an entire week, spending some time with the people I loved.

The two women ended up explaining how important this game was for the entire team. It was the final of the Champions League, which I knew, but it was the league where the best teams from all of Europe played against each other. Winning this would mean that Barcelona would be the champions of Europe. Something that was very big.

I knew they were playing a final, but I did not think it was this important. The show I had invited Alexia and her friends to attend was not that special. I mean I announced that I would release my next album, but other than that it was not as special as this game.

The entire team walked out of the tunnel, along with the other team. I recognized Alexia, the neck tattoo girl, wait I should call her Mapi, and the Swedish girl, which must be Rolfö. Alexia looked our way, and her face sported a new expression. She almost looked mad, but I think it was her concentration face. All I can say was that she looked really hot. I mean insanely hot, way hotter than she had looked at my concert. This was her place, and I was sure she would shine.

In the sixth minute Alexia fell over this girl, I was sure it would be a freekick, but it wasn't, and the other team was allowed to continue playing. This ultimately resulted in Lyon scoring a goal. I don't think football was for me, I liked watching it, but I think I would have too much anxiety to play.

In the twenty-third minute Lyon scored their second goal. It was beautiful, with a nice run and then a pass in the air to Ada Hegerberg who scored with her head. Alexia's mom told me her name, and how she was one of the best players in the world. I would not want to be Barcelona in this game, but I really hoped they would win. Two goals were nothing, right?