A fangirl's dream is to meet her idol - actor, singer, athlete, it doesn't matter - and to capture his attention until he falls in love with her: let's admit it! XD Even if we know perfectly that the possibilities are so remote to be nearly inexiste...
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Chapter II: Saturday, September 6th, 2014
The following evening, after another day spent around in London to visit the most iconic places, Nives went back to preparing. Flavia, who had only to shoot the famous photo, favoured a casual attire, while Lorraine headed for the Globe again in an elegant outfit. As agreed the previous day, they would meet at 10.30 p.m. at the stage door of the Old Vic.
On that day, in addition to the full breakfast they had in the morning, they also lunched, and even quite late; Nives, again too anxious, now wasn't hungry, but Flavia wanted to eat something, so they left earlier than what they had planned.
Nives felt ridiculous going around in an evening attire with sneakers, but decided not to care about it, also because, she thought, the reason of that unusual combination was fairly clear even to a stranger's eye.
At 10.15 they were in front of the Old Vic; Nives accompanied Flavia to the pub they had been last night and, while the blonde girl went to give her order, she changes her shoes, putting on again the beautiful but uncomfortable backstrings.
When she was ready, she stood up and took leave from her young friend:
"So, I'll await you at the stage door when you're finished", she said, "Meanwhile I go, by now Lorraine should almost be there."
"Very well, see you later."
Again, Nives took on the track from the pub to the theatre with great prudence, arriving perfectly in time. There was a good deal of line already, but this time Nives was far nearer to the stage door than the evening before. She queued up, but a couple of minutes later she glimpsed Lorraine, even more forward. She joined her rapidly.
"Hullo!", she greeted her, surprised, "When did you arrive?"
Ahead there was only one person, so this meant she was there for some time already.
"At ten past ten", answered Lorraine, "The comedy ended earlier than I had thought, then I immediately found a taxi and I arrived here in a flash."
The young woman who preceded them, even if she had probably understood nothing because they spoke in Italian, looked at them smiling. Aware that they shared a common passion, the one for Richard Armitage, Nives and Lorraine beamed back, feeling almost like accomplices.
"Great", commented Nives, "Come on! This time we'll manage it!", she added emphatically, struggling to keep her voice low. Lorraine nodded with enthusiasm, she too.
Meantime the line was growing and both thought it had been a stroke of luck that Lorraine could arrive so early.
Soon after Flavia, brandishing her cell phone and ready to shoot the yearned picture with the actor, joined them. Nives chose it this way, because the girl was more used to her mobile than to Nives' camera; even if the quality of the image would be surely lower, it was anyway good enough.
