It is the first day of a new year… I am at work and it is quiet.

I provide technical support for terminals you can find in convenience stores, drugstores, or supermarkets. A lot of those retailers are closed today, and the few ones that are open either don’t have any problem with their terminal, or think WE aren’t open…

I will probably reflect on 2015 and write down a few words about what I expect from 2016 later. I read a lot of other bloggers’ posts about the new year, it is quite the topic of the day, wether the past year has been good or bad… Yeah, I’ll get back to it.

I had planned to write this post on the 7th of January. But being the extremely jinxed girl that I am, this morning I thought, “hey, what the hell, why not beat Murphy’s Laws and write it today while things are slow and quiet!?!”

I wanted to write it on the 7th of January, because then, 3 months will have gone by since the events. I probably would have wanted to write about it when it happened, but my blog wasn’t even registered yet, LOL. And I remember, on the 8th of October, I woke up, and wondered if my impressions would last, or if it was just one of those adrenaline rushes that wear off…

 

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October 7th 2015 has been a very special day. We were in Toronto, in a nice neighborhood, I had eaten in a nice Scandinavian restaurant the night before (http://kareliakitchen.com/), had tasted Akvavit for the first time, and the weather was great. I felt like Snow White (yeah, I have very light skin and dark hair, if I was a Disney princess, I’d have to be Snow White) and I was just missing the birds flying around and the deers walking near me to be petted. I had Mew tickets in my hands, and I still couldn’t beleive it.

We left the little apartment we had rented for our short stay in Toronto very early to get a bite and wander around the bar where the show was planned. I was in full “watch over the crowd like a vulture in case you’d go passed one of the members of the band!” mode, and I knew it was ridiculous. Not that it was plain impossible (the band’s tourbus was parked in front of the bar, the guys were probably eating somewhere near before the last pre-show sound checks) but I knew it was stupid to push my luck.

Oh, how wrong of me!! I won’t go through the whole story, I know I’d get lost in the neverending recalling of my evening… But to sum it up in a very short & sweet manner, I sat on a bench near the bar’s entry door, and Jonas Bjerre turned the corner and walked me by! I was completely stunned! To say the least! He was wearing a sweater covered with deers (God, I would have petted those deers all night long!! hahaha) and instantly I felt no more like a Disney princess, I WAS a Disney princess, and we were starring in the latest  Disney production… About a handsome Danish Prince, lost in a cold city, far far away from home, in a cold country, looking for a princess he didn’t know where to find… Here Prince Charming! Here, look over here!! (ok, see what I mean when I say that this anecdote could go a loooong way if I let my thoughts free of any mind-control?) He entered the bar, and I noticed his presence had not created the slightest interest among the surrounding pedestrians.  OMG! Jonas fuckin’ Bjerre!!

 

(the deer jacket, with Jonas in it!)

 

I walked to the bar’s door to listen to the sound check… It sounded as if they were playing the album inside. It was just surreal. I would have paid to listen to the show from outside, but I wouldn’t need to, and I just double checked on my tickets to make sure.

There was still time before the actual show, and Jonas came out again, his aura of lightness around him,  and headed for the tourbus. I would have just watched him walk, since my brain had melted a little, and I was in no position to take basic decisions. But a guy we had met during the sound check walked after the singer to try to talk to him, and I tagged along!

I spoke to Jonas Bjerre…  in Danish. Briefly, but I did, nonetheless!

I don’t remember the last time I was that nervous… At least I had time to recuperate before entering the bar for the actual show, and since I had been hanging around for most of the afternoon, we were the first in line, and had the best places… I had been told number of times how good Mew was live. If you talk to Mew fans, they probably will tell you how impeccable they are on stage… They are not sugarcoating at all. It is impossible to imagine without actually attending a show! And Jonas’ voice… The thought that came to my mind as I was letting the pure notes flood my unworthy ears, was that if there’s music in Heaven, they are playing Mew records… That’s for sure!

You have to like the high pitched kind of voice of course, but if you do…. Wow! When I listen to Mew, I beleive in unicorns… Better, I beleive in rainbow-butterfly-unicorn-kittens (Google that 😉 )

I got out of the bar a little light-headed. Completely satisfied and still clinging to the last notes played inside…

The band came out to chit-chat with the few fans that had stayed around… Really Jonas? Really? You want to finish me? And he did it with grace, by pulling out of his sleeve a perfectly spoken French!

“C’est une langue très complexe….”

I had to make him repeat. My brain (or what was left of it) was set on the English and/or Danish switch… It didn’t expect French. Not after being complimented about my (little) Danish.

Oh Jonas…

Soon, 3 months will have gone by… And when I think about that evening, I still have goosebumps! I have the feeling I met someone really special. Such kindness, authenticity, humbleness, and oozing calm… I wanted to let time pass, and see if the charm would wear off. It didn’t.

Jeg håber vi mødes igen en dag…