Waiting for the bullet

Today second day. Waking up proudly at 6.15. Proud first of course because I am one of the 40 best singers my hometown. Or better said – I am one of the 40 people that have been considered as the most sellable in the Nouvelle Star process. Very different. Anyway, am very proud of it. Proud also because I can count with the fingers of a three-fingered hand the times I have waken up this early on a Sunday. And of course proud to put on for the 4th consecutive day, my Rolling Stones t-shirt. Sweaty and sticky but it has dried overnight :)

So ok, belly’s full, teeth are clean , body’s covered for that pre-winter’s morning. I am sure to kick ass today. I am sure i twill be a good day. I am just a bit frustrated to spend the whole day in the casting process, cos’ today’s my nephew’s birthday party. 15 years. An age full of complexes for me. Was such a nerds ; I was the ugly virgin duck. Coin coin. To illustrate the difference of self-esteem this little guy has with his uncle … my sister just told me the last conversation they had could be summarized this way

Hey Mum, could you buy me a box of condoms ?

Gonna getcha, you little son of a ….

Son of a sister of mine :) Well. Sexuality. Adolescence, complexes, nephew, birthday, whole day. Casting. I am ready.

Today appointment at 8 AM they said. Don’t need to queue for the 7 hours like yesterday. Which is pretty cool because yesterday I just could feel my stomach pushing on my lungs and my kidney and everything that could serve to make place to all the … stress that were filling my stomach. So well today the only thing is to arrive at 8 AM.

7.30. My sister should already be here; she said she would pick me up that time. 7.35.36.37. …. Come on sister I am stressed when I have an appointment and we have to cross the city in 23 minutes … 22 …. One car arrives … it’s not you … please come come …. 21 …. 20 … oh that car is going very fast. Cannot be you, sister. Cannot. The car runs just too fast and you couldn’t brake that strong to stop in front of me. Oh man you could. You surely took 3 G's in your back when stopping that bullet-car. Ok let’s go inside mum, no time to loose. Shoot that bullet again, sis’ ! Let’s head to the Hilton hotel, I am impatient to kick ass!

Now back at the hotel. Right time, today’s the big day. Here is the little guy I met yesterday, he is with his family who came to cheer him up. My two timeless fans are here too. But it feels different. This little guy is 18 years old. I have just turned 28. I work. I am not gambling my life here. I play in the metro. I don’t need more audience. I am ok. No stress.

Ready to enter. Today, the little queue. Indeed, today’s the second step for me but still the first step for 1000 people who has just arrived and who is already queuing. So let’s enter now. Convocation, driving licence, please get in. And we, 40 people, step in the waiting room. With the parents, with the friends. With guitars for some of us; with mother’s sandwiches for the other ones. And with a good experience to live for almost all of us.

Now we are all here and the TV team comes in …