Fangirl

Untitled Part 1

I am relived to leave the bus. It's hot and all those sweating people disgust me.
I hate going by bus but I have an appointment with my dentist.
Lazily I walk down the crowded street, trying to stay in the shadows. It's getting easier now that it is afternoon.
I pass one of those camera teams, what ever they are filming...I don't care too much.
It's nothing too special in a big city like ours. I smile when I see the familiar red square with the white N in it. TV Norge...

What?

I freeze. Why on earth is a Norwegian tv team filming here in a German city?
Could it be? No way!

I turn around slowly to not show too much interest, just in case. My pulse is slightly rising in excitement when I carefully check out what they are filming.

I takes a moment before I find out, but then I see him.
Bård. In a white t-shirt and those beige trousers I hate. My heart skips a beat.

He's trying to hand out little thingies I cannot recognise clearly to random people passing him by. And Vegard? Oh, he's there too - of course! Standing in the entrance of a shop, waiting for his turn with a melodica in his hand.

What are they up to there? I need to find out!

I pick myself a lamppost to lean on - in the shadow, otherwise my face will become deep red within minutes and I don't want to look like an idiot, if I get a chance to talk to them.

After a while I understand what they are trying to do there, not very successfully, though. They give up and come back to my side of the street where the cameraman and the sound guy await them, right next to me. I grin and Bård realises that I am observing them. He frowns.

"Hi, what you're doing here?" I ask in Norwegian.

Actually I can barely say more than that. After all this time I still understand the language much better than I speak. But I want them to understand that I know who they are.

"Oi!"

Vegard turns around and smiles at me, asks if I'm a fellow Norwegian.
No, I'm not. I switch into English, Norwegian is too challenging for me.
I'm only a random fan who was lucky to find them. Probably one of those very few they have in this country. Unbelievable coincidence. Their bad, they're spotted.

Bård points at me and pinches his eyes.

"Aww, I know you! You were at some of last year's meet and greet! You were the one who gave us those graphics...and, wait you had a Swedish name...Annika!"

Well, not exactly! I laugh. Swedish was a good guess but - he remembers! Oh god! I knew it would pay off to have an outstanding gift for them

"Fuck!"

He grins at his fail and claps his hands.

"Ah, yeah...right!

Vegard says he remembers too. He's pretending, I can see that but I don't care. Where's the point in it? He does not even remember his own lyrics.

I ask if I'm allowed to watch them for while. I don't want to be annoying.

"Aah, sure!"

Vegard gives me a wide smile and briefly strokes my arm. Bård opens his mouth to say something but closes it again immediately. Obviously he has an idea.
He turns around to their crew and they talk in Norwegian for a while.
I fight hard to understand what it is about but they are just too fast!
Finally Bård turns back to me, rubbing his nose while asking.

"Do you think you may have some time to do us a favor? We could use something like a local scout, something like that..."

Sure I have time! Who needs a dentist?