"THIEF FROM LONDON" Part 1
Dear and beloved which happen to stop in the wake of Orlando, but also no, because I had never done and now is known to most as I have internet again after centuries and only recently, I decided to summarize all the meetings with His Majesty the Light since 2004.
What follows is the very first reports of Cannes, where he presented 'Troy' with the well-known Brad Pitt, Eric Bana, the well-known and notorious poor Sean Bean (who is not dead this time).
If you like to engage yourself in reading, join me!
Sorry, for now it's only in italian, I'll do something very soon! I promise!
Sunday, October 1, 2006
Lon Linear Regression Vba
Girls: THERE!!
Yes, they are not digital creatures! Although I have not had the chance to see them up close (as in theory I could, because I had a shot of spit) or to 1000 photos, I became aware, in real time and not through a movie, their ( delicious) physicality!
So ... after 10 hours by car and 7 feet before the hides in the hot sun and then under the cold rain I saw him in flesh and blood just 20 seconds ... but it was worth it! The happy group was composed of: Me! "I'll come one ... because then I'm even worse than before ... but if you go there and see him and after I told of how beautiful ... I have to to kill you, then I will! "
Sandruman! "Erica, I am going to Cannes to see the Orlando ... a resist!"
Cousin Claudia! "What? Orlando and Brad at Cannes? ... Let's go. And what's the problem! You go and you are back in the day, no? "What if it was not for her, we did not go. Stefano, the chauffeur (and boy cousin)! "I drive even if the FOR all 10 hours ..." What is more, even more deserving, not only have we waited an hour in the sun it hurts, but it really drove him for 10 hours! ... and even did not care nothing to see them! We left an hour in which vampires usually stop their work rewarding. I got off of the house, I stumbled off the sidewalk below, I pasted my face at the window looking through the eyes of children see who was inside (the car ... many had to be wrong), then I got "Hurrah! We're leaving for Cannes, "we cried in joy and dry ... all three to sleep with your mouth open while the poor boy was trying not to kill us all! The journey proceeded in joy, the square of crazy was headed to France, when suddenly we tune the radio to Monte Carlo and feel: "Exactly! It is screening in this Troy time "were the 11:00 Gelo. Sandruman faint thought in the back seat. We did not know when the players would arrive, we thought around 17 or 19 ... we were desperate.
auks I start, with eyes full of tears and quite false smile, singing songs of the Little Mermaid to the limit by saying that we will be enjoyed the sea of the Riviera we 4 friends! Once in Cannes
follow the signs for the Festival, Claudia every meter of the machine that did would exclaim: "But maybe it's better that we go down here! We walk, run! Let us scendereeeehhh! "With his tongue snake and his eyes bloodshot.
When we got out there concert was a terrible knees and vertebrae, but we were under the main building! At that point, the madness! start to run back and forth trying to figure out where they would come, would come if, when, how and why!
There was a red carpet on a stairway as big as a square, flowers, etc. policemen. etc.. but we still were not convinced!
"Well that's enough!" I do "Claudia! ... Just ask someone!"
"But ... I do not know the French!"
"Uh ... no? ... Even me ..." I say.
"Who cares?" Exclaimed resolutely. Locate a couple of girls, it approaches, the sports brave smile of one who knows that will make a good impression of crap and demand
"Vous êtes française?"
"No." replies one.
"Aaaahhh!" Gasps the Claudia waving his little arms "English! English! Erica, come here! "Arrival
I, with my whole class and all my intelligence" Ehrm ... We'd like to know if the ... uh ... the ... uh ... how the fuck you say bridge? "The
Claudia (infoiati as few) is thrown in the middle and says, "For Troy !!!!!!"
Sandruman and I stare at the ball (" For Gorndor "... eheheheh)
At this point, the girl smiles like a cat that just ate a rat and says a phrase that I will remember forever
"Oh yes! HE is here! "
He is here.
... he's here ... no need to say who. HIM. Period. The
listening casually pronouncing the name of Brad Pitt and I do not know who else, lost in my own personal limbo, when a voice brings me back to reality.
"Orlando Bloom?" Application Claudia with the eyes bulging.
"Oh yes! Of course it is ... we came here for him, "there are in English, still smiling.
start bouncing like crazy in the street, giggling hysterically. The girls give us some guidelines and we take place behind the barriers, smiling at 90 teeth and eyes on the ball. It was 13:20, they were supposed to arrive at 14.45
... In the meantime I went shopping, French newspapers on Troy, Orlando and the inevitable cup for my collection of mugs from the world!
The sun was scorching, but we were happy! ... We wondered, with all the enthusiasm that you can have under the sun of 14.00 and with only another 45 minutes of waiting, from where they would move those pieces of men.
of a sudden comes a black car. They pass us by, without haste, Claudia and I look inside and see a man, handsome, blond hair long enough, look familiar looking straight ahead to itself.
starting to hyperventilate trying to find my vocal chords to scream his name when a familiar voice next to me screaming infoiati
"Boromir !!!!!!"
was him. God, how nice!
Help me to say God's dungeon!
Mrs. Bean, Enu, damn it is even more beautiful than in photos and video! Jesus, Jesus!
The machine restarts, I spun around, grabbed Sandruman at that time was to fuck with Stefano and start to shake violently, "It was Sean! It was Sean! Sean was !!!!!!!!!!"
While trying to retrieve my other machines come from the shock at full speed. The organization left much to be desired, so the vehicles are stopped for a moment among the people.
terrifying screams. I look up and there were some guys in these machines. In a
was Brad Pitt, bald as a monk and two other people sitting in the back seat. In the other little
Orlando, also with two other people, looking in the opposite direction to where we were.
degenerates.
machines share and behind a train of daughters who ran as Mennea, then plated by the cops (some of them quite discrete ...)
black ... I was pissed I was not able to see them well! All the fault of Mr. Bean that m'aveva upset hormones!
"Here!" we quivering, and every black car passing drew his camera ... I have to admit that we felt very stupid, in fact we even began to laugh with the girls next door because of this fact!
But nothing! They arrived by car star in a Japanese film in competition ... and then the speaker said good afternoon and all the cops are gone ... panic.
We looked around but the others did not seem worried, so we have dedicated ourselves to seek a better place to see them, which seemed to be on the opposite side of the catwalk, where we were undoubtedly the closest and where you would stop doing the interview (as they made the Japanese star)! Poor hicks that we are not foolish and more!
In our dreams was a good point!
No point was good ... except perhaps on a tree in front of the catwalk. What is it was a good point!
We move running, dreaming about how good we'd seen were the 16 and the world was beautiful! The sun was no longer crashed on our face, had got up a bit 'windy and there was some cloud, but nothing to worry about.
There are more moves from there. People started to gather again (they had a certain program, who knows where they'd taken? -_-??) And staff have begun to dismantle the red carpet ...
Ri-panic ... But they were
only changing. It took another red again, they set with meticulous precision, a guard (the cousin of Rambo tan) with a lot of sunglasses walked up and down and ordered to take the bags to place over the barriers, because picture ... but if we do not even have seen them !!!!!!!! People with headsets and menacingly roamed up and down control as you were there to deface their prestigious event, two tizie fully dressed with a vacuum cleaner in the shoulder model Ghotsbusters have made meticulously clean ALL the catwalk, corner to corner, leaves grapes were removed, were unimaginable road in front and crevices clean.
At that point I Sandruman and Claudia were pressed into the barricade. I managed to fall asleep where they stood, while I was standing alternately on their heels, the tips and the outside of the feet (not a pain you can imagine! _;) And occasionally I took off my shoes and socks on the cement remained ; Sandruman Buzzi had of an old man with halitosis stake in the buttocks and was about to vomit, the Claudia, however, was a prey to attacks of great optimism and pessimism, while two more black beside her lemons without stopping.
And Stephen? I ask (even no! NdTutti) ... well, that poor soul was back and forth to put the coins in the parking es'era if one be arranged to get the affaracci his lawn and he will return in a moment!
Meanwhile I had blissfully asleep, his chin on his chest and elbows (make me a bad dog today ...) on the fence, pulled a strange warm wind and the voices around me were when the muffled screams of a couple of girls I have awakened. I opened my eyes and looked up fiercely thinking "Where the fuck are!" Then I saw the flowers under the tent, the terraces of the buildings with banners in front, palms thoroughly cleaned by their natural hair (as we women! _;) and I think everything is back ... I could not take anymore!
It was about 17:30, even more later, and the sky was gradually covering.
But the worst thing on this earth was that they were coming photographers. Assatanate those beasts, those animals than half the show, so those infamous placed there by the poor organization of the Festival!
Bloodhounds were just between us and them.
But they were not few ... not a lot '... not many ... IT WAS AN ARMY!!
who has seen the TG or special, though some photographers do not look, I know ^ _ ^ know what I'm talking about!
Our morale plunged into the abyss of blasphemy as they took place, systematic tapping every single hole, every crack, every shred of hope for us poor girls!
Believe me, there was an inch to see that it was a remnant of a skin of our pets!
We were desperate, we and the French girls of around 12-13 years who had written "Orlando" with a pen of gold everywhere! I slipped in the area
excommunication, while trying to get used to the idea that perhaps, in spite of them really had a shot of spit (not to say, if spitting on the photographers caught them in the head!) I would not have seen. I was wandering
with murderous eyes on the backs of the photographers dressed in black, girl on MTV that c'inquadrava and greeted us, the American crew that took over and urged us to shout "Brad Pitt! Brad Pitt! "Received a chorus of" Orlandoooooooooooo "as an answer.
I do not know how many times we have framed, and the Claudia hid, Sandruman stared ahead of him with empty eyes and I mutter "What the fuck you have to smile, assholes! There were also covering the view! Half were not enough of you bastards? The walkway should be for the fans, you can strip the flesh off them there with your flash indoors, where we are not allowed to go! "And meanwhile Saliva rage!
The police deployed in front of us laughed when the blessed, the photographers, including a type ganzissimo in kilt, continued to sprout like weeds, and guests began arriving for the evening passing by, the side of the bridge, evening dresses and smiling while I was trying to make their trip him (but the barrier was stopping me), the music filled the air, the lights were lit on the catwalk, the camera was panning the evidence with his long arm, the tree was decorated in front of boys and girls and under them there were other photographers perched on Step stools with their equipment.
The police put the white gloves, door openers run in their place, men in blue jacket you have to do the first scene on the steps of the footbridge. The cars started to arrive and we realize we'll never see anything! _____
As if that were not enough to be treated like that, towards the big screen is a square bottom ... which rears a cameraman stand gigantic dimensions, to which this one climbs, climbing up a box of wood finishing higher up the unit to look into the viewfinder ( or as they say), bowing his head comfortably.
... the height of the whole situation.
Not even the big screen saw good!
Meanwhile, the speaker explained to us poor French peasant who was at that moment on the red carpet to our facciaccia, occasionally announcing the imminent arrival of "Du Brad Pitt" without accents strange, because there is only one voice in name and last name and ... down screaming and noises and we wondered
"Yes ... but Orlando?"
- Change of scenery -
Stephen was doing a cigarette ended up sitting on the lawn where the barriers. He felt a mess and could see everything on the big screen, but he did not care much ... I wonder if his girlfriend and the other two would be able to see the 'Brad and Orlando that ...?
fumarci Well ... might as well wait on and it was all over and then back to Italy.
lit a cigarette and looked up at a black car stopped at a meter from him.
Inside was a boy with dark hair and a ponytail, her face resting on his hand and the elbow on the window closed, looked distracted in front of you, as lost in his ugly thoughts. Suddenly the voice of a girl next to Stefano
"Orlando ?..."
The boy in the car, hearing his name called, looked up and looked out of the hand (imagine his Facciotto ago when the eyes and questions that its characteristic way of supporting his chin on his hand ...) to the girl who had called him, Stephen was then that she recognized him. The girl started screaming stopped by a policeman and the car started again.
Stefano took another puff of a cigarette and thought
"Mmmm ... I'm dead."
- Scenario Main -
For some reason I thought that Orlando, feeling constantly screaming your name, do not usually react when they called him ... instead, the fact that he pulled up in her head made him feel suddenly call me person. I do not know how to explain it, maybe I thought it was a kind of machine set with no common reactions ... such as turning around to hear his name! ^ _ ^
And Stephen would have been right, that he would die if there when he confessed to having seen him within arm's reach unless we were shocked!
last night in the car I got to tell every detail of his "nose sbarazzeno" thinking and to tell you, because I I had not seen so closely.
"Stephen ... but as it was?"
"Bo? .. A boy ..."
"I understand! But he did! How was sat! ... It was beautiful?? "
" ... um ... like the sun! "
Returning to the runway ... the speaker announced that Brad at every turn, causing a chorus of squeals tremendous and we could not do more of 'Waiting, when you hear a roar louder!
We obviously have not seen anything, to our right, toward the street, there were so many people, all dressed in black, except that they were not dressed in canary yellow them we could not distinguish.
Suddenly Sandruman pulls me a nudge and barks
"Brad Pitt !!!!" indicating the big screen. Brad is a giant on the wall of the palace of the festival, with a nice light dress, smiling hand in hand with Jennifer Aniston (which I did not even know it was his wife ... ^ ^ ') greets people, those on the side of the road, smiling pretty ... you know, happy? Surprised? Pleased? ... Who knows what goes on in his head to the beautiful Brad, the fact remains that seemed genuinely happy, and have a chat with Jennifer and greet his fans.
I was a bath of bile ... where the heck was Orlando? Then, suddenly, I look up to the big screen and I see it. I had a strange feeling. The speaker did not say his name, he was still going along with the others in the crowd, smiling and almost playful, you could see his face on top of other heads and the moment when I looked up at the screen, he lifted her toward the camera and made a silly face, then putting out laughing. At that moment it seemed as if we had looked into his eyes.
feeling that probably share with 1000 other girls, but at that moment I came to think this silly thing ... as if I were left standing in the square just me ... as if that idiot had made her face as if to say "Hey! Here I am! I know it all aspects that afternoon, but I am here! "
Sandruman I grabbed her by the shoulders and started to shake
shouting" SANDRA AND 'HERE! SANDRA E 'LI! SANDRA HAS A FACE awesome! SANDRA E 'BELLISSIMO! "Jumping on the spot while struggling to compose myself! There were also
Sean Bean and Eric Bana with them, who greeted the crowd smiling. We were looking for, related to what we saw on the screen through the legs of the tripod of the camera of the type below, to understand exactly where they were among the sea of people. It was a real pity because we increasingly realized that probably would not have seen anything. The most painful thing was when I climbed the runway, when they stopped three feet in front of us (you could see the agitation of frantic photographers and images on the screen) and we could not see them!
do not think I have ever hated so much television, photographers and journalists at that!
prayed, frantically clutching my camera more and more useless, she took a sudden and devastating to all of them weak at the knees so that everyone would "Get down!" They shouted as they painted the girls next to us!
Meanwhile, those beautiful pieces of man walked slowly and did show himself to the fierce goals, hungry for flash offend their eyes, the smile eternalized learned for copies of papers that will be sold for the glory of God for money and the career of a photographer of assault. Very different from the smiles that instead turned to the people just before, noisy, restless, flickering flash too ... but if only to "love" (I can not find the right word) against them.
Man, we seemed to pay!
and notice the difference in their expression was another thing that made this trip unique for me.
Meanwhile, I screamed at that Ena Sean loves him, while I was reduced to take pictures of the screen, which surely will never come. They were heading towards the stairs, pursued by photographers who had climbed over the ropes es'erano crowded at the first step beyond which some holy soul he was unable to go ... good God ... seemed possessed!
Sandruman shouted "There he is! E 'ORLANDO! "Pointing up the stairs, and finally we were able to see us poor plebeians, standing, turning to greet us and for the arm, with his unmistakable face smiling, standing next to Eric Bana, Brad Pitt and Sean Bean (a beautiful square, too) to take the screams of the people, that shimmering sea of flash and tears and outstretched arms.
Belli.
beautiful as her mother made them! Even more beautiful looking! I carry a picture imprinted in the retina of him on the steps, his face, his smile, that his damn tail to pull, together with that of Sean in the car, looking in front of you ... nice too !!!!!
Then, like all good things must end, even they came to do what we do and we had to turn to return to our home.
At first we were all pretty angry, disappointed and we would have gladly stepped organizers and photographers because the runway is so only to Cannes. And as the sky began to pour her tears because the Orlandino was no longer under him (no kidding ... how Orlando came it started raining!) Es'alzava the wind, I roared with Sandra that the hunting of ugly, far from being met, had just opened!
Here I say to you all. Do not appease me until I saw it right, I had to chase him for even half the globe! I've seen, I agree, but this has only helped increase my hunger for Bloom! Who wants to join is welcome! However
to return, realizing that at times we saw "The four dell'Oddio Oh my God", breaking the club that we had set up and I Sandruman the back seat (who used to give it the force do not know ...) and we stopped to gaze lost in a vacuum to draw that frame of real people around us, and then return to fuss and cry in the ears of Stephen's songs of the car (but only to keep him awake!) while Claudia was sleeping in front!
I told you the whole trip and not just the Orlando, because for me it was a wonderful experience, from six in the morning until two in the morning, every minute of those hours spent with my crazy friends is worth it to be lived; sore knees in the car, the border does not border startled because I had changed the money and then remind me that I could pay in euro, the city with its distinctive buildings with rounded corners, the red carpet, preparation time, problem of parking by the hour, jobs the shop that did nothing but say "Merci!", the sun that we took in the face and arms, the spontaneous applause as a prelude to the arrival of the police when they would arrive, my stomach for 'wait, that Sandra did not drink not to have to go to the bathroom and then losing his job, the old giant Guinness hat, the guy who looks a lot like Leonardo DiCaprio ... all things that I'll never forget, regardless of the time I could see it and see it was really one of the most beautiful days of my life!
Thank you all!!
Thanks for staying up to end! I hope you enjoyed it and read the next! ^___^
"Well that's enough!" I do "Claudia! ... Just ask someone!"
"But ... I do not know the French!"
"Uh ... no? ... Even me ..." I say.
"Who cares?" Exclaimed resolutely. Locate a couple of girls, it approaches, the sports brave smile of one who knows that will make a good impression of crap and demand
"Vous êtes française?"
"No." replies one.
"Aaaahhh!" Gasps the Claudia waving his little arms "English! English! Erica, come here! "Arrival
I, with my whole class and all my intelligence" Ehrm ... We'd like to know if the ... uh ... the ... uh ... how the fuck you say bridge? "The
Claudia (infoiati as few) is thrown in the middle and says, "For Troy !!!!!!"
Sandruman and I stare at the ball (" For Gorndor "... eheheheh)
At this point, the girl smiles like a cat that just ate a rat and says a phrase that I will remember forever
"Oh yes! HE is here! "
He is here.
... he's here ... no need to say who. HIM. Period. The
listening casually pronouncing the name of Brad Pitt and I do not know who else, lost in my own personal limbo, when a voice brings me back to reality.
"Orlando Bloom?" Application Claudia with the eyes bulging.
"Oh yes! Of course it is ... we came here for him, "there are in English, still smiling.
start bouncing like crazy in the street, giggling hysterically. The girls give us some guidelines and we take place behind the barriers, smiling at 90 teeth and eyes on the ball. It was 13:20, they were supposed to arrive at 14.45
... In the meantime I went shopping, French newspapers on Troy, Orlando and the inevitable cup for my collection of mugs from the world!
The sun was scorching, but we were happy! ... We wondered, with all the enthusiasm that you can have under the sun of 14.00 and with only another 45 minutes of waiting, from where they would move those pieces of men.
of a sudden comes a black car. They pass us by, without haste, Claudia and I look inside and see a man, handsome, blond hair long enough, look familiar looking straight ahead to itself.
starting to hyperventilate trying to find my vocal chords to scream his name when a familiar voice next to me screaming infoiati
"Boromir !!!!!!"
was him. God, how nice!
Help me to say God's dungeon!
Mrs. Bean, Enu, damn it is even more beautiful than in photos and video! Jesus, Jesus!
The machine restarts, I spun around, grabbed Sandruman at that time was to fuck with Stefano and start to shake violently, "It was Sean! It was Sean! Sean was !!!!!!!!!!"
While trying to retrieve my other machines come from the shock at full speed. The organization left much to be desired, so the vehicles are stopped for a moment among the people.
terrifying screams. I look up and there were some guys in these machines. In a
was Brad Pitt, bald as a monk and two other people sitting in the back seat. In the other little
Orlando, also with two other people, looking in the opposite direction to where we were.
degenerates.
machines share and behind a train of daughters who ran as Mennea, then plated by the cops (some of them quite discrete ...)
black ... I was pissed I was not able to see them well! All the fault of Mr. Bean that m'aveva upset hormones!
"Here!" we quivering, and every black car passing drew his camera ... I have to admit that we felt very stupid, in fact we even began to laugh with the girls next door because of this fact!
But nothing! They arrived by car star in a Japanese film in competition ... and then the speaker said good afternoon and all the cops are gone ... panic.
We looked around but the others did not seem worried, so we have dedicated ourselves to seek a better place to see them, which seemed to be on the opposite side of the catwalk, where we were undoubtedly the closest and where you would stop doing the interview (as they made the Japanese star)! Poor hicks that we are not foolish and more!
In our dreams was a good point!
No point was good ... except perhaps on a tree in front of the catwalk. What is it was a good point!
We move running, dreaming about how good we'd seen were the 16 and the world was beautiful! The sun was no longer crashed on our face, had got up a bit 'windy and there was some cloud, but nothing to worry about.
There are more moves from there. People started to gather again (they had a certain program, who knows where they'd taken? -_-??) And staff have begun to dismantle the red carpet ...
Ri-panic ... But they were
only changing. It took another red again, they set with meticulous precision, a guard (the cousin of Rambo tan) with a lot of sunglasses walked up and down and ordered to take the bags to place over the barriers, because picture ... but if we do not even have seen them !!!!!!!! People with headsets and menacingly roamed up and down control as you were there to deface their prestigious event, two tizie fully dressed with a vacuum cleaner in the shoulder model Ghotsbusters have made meticulously clean ALL the catwalk, corner to corner, leaves grapes were removed, were unimaginable road in front and crevices clean.
At that point I Sandruman and Claudia were pressed into the barricade. I managed to fall asleep where they stood, while I was standing alternately on their heels, the tips and the outside of the feet (not a pain you can imagine! _;) And occasionally I took off my shoes and socks on the cement remained ; Sandruman Buzzi had of an old man with halitosis stake in the buttocks and was about to vomit, the Claudia, however, was a prey to attacks of great optimism and pessimism, while two more black beside her lemons without stopping.
And Stephen? I ask (even no! NdTutti) ... well, that poor soul was back and forth to put the coins in the parking es'era if one be arranged to get the affaracci his lawn and he will return in a moment!
Meanwhile I had blissfully asleep, his chin on his chest and elbows (make me a bad dog today ...) on the fence, pulled a strange warm wind and the voices around me were when the muffled screams of a couple of girls I have awakened. I opened my eyes and looked up fiercely thinking "Where the fuck are!" Then I saw the flowers under the tent, the terraces of the buildings with banners in front, palms thoroughly cleaned by their natural hair (as we women! _;) and I think everything is back ... I could not take anymore!
It was about 17:30, even more later, and the sky was gradually covering.
But the worst thing on this earth was that they were coming photographers. Assatanate those beasts, those animals than half the show, so those infamous placed there by the poor organization of the Festival!
Bloodhounds were just between us and them.
But they were not few ... not a lot '... not many ... IT WAS AN ARMY!!
who has seen the TG or special, though some photographers do not look, I know ^ _ ^ know what I'm talking about!
Our morale plunged into the abyss of blasphemy as they took place, systematic tapping every single hole, every crack, every shred of hope for us poor girls!
Believe me, there was an inch to see that it was a remnant of a skin of our pets!
We were desperate, we and the French girls of around 12-13 years who had written "Orlando" with a pen of gold everywhere! I slipped in the area
excommunication, while trying to get used to the idea that perhaps, in spite of them really had a shot of spit (not to say, if spitting on the photographers caught them in the head!) I would not have seen. I was wandering
with murderous eyes on the backs of the photographers dressed in black, girl on MTV that c'inquadrava and greeted us, the American crew that took over and urged us to shout "Brad Pitt! Brad Pitt! "Received a chorus of" Orlandoooooooooooo "as an answer.
I do not know how many times we have framed, and the Claudia hid, Sandruman stared ahead of him with empty eyes and I mutter "What the fuck you have to smile, assholes! There were also covering the view! Half were not enough of you bastards? The walkway should be for the fans, you can strip the flesh off them there with your flash indoors, where we are not allowed to go! "And meanwhile Saliva rage!
The police deployed in front of us laughed when the blessed, the photographers, including a type ganzissimo in kilt, continued to sprout like weeds, and guests began arriving for the evening passing by, the side of the bridge, evening dresses and smiling while I was trying to make their trip him (but the barrier was stopping me), the music filled the air, the lights were lit on the catwalk, the camera was panning the evidence with his long arm, the tree was decorated in front of boys and girls and under them there were other photographers perched on Step stools with their equipment.
The police put the white gloves, door openers run in their place, men in blue jacket you have to do the first scene on the steps of the footbridge. The cars started to arrive and we realize we'll never see anything! _____
As if that were not enough to be treated like that, towards the big screen is a square bottom ... which rears a cameraman stand gigantic dimensions, to which this one climbs, climbing up a box of wood finishing higher up the unit to look into the viewfinder ( or as they say), bowing his head comfortably.
... the height of the whole situation.
Not even the big screen saw good!
Meanwhile, the speaker explained to us poor French peasant who was at that moment on the red carpet to our facciaccia, occasionally announcing the imminent arrival of "Du Brad Pitt" without accents strange, because there is only one voice in name and last name and ... down screaming and noises and we wondered
"Yes ... but Orlando?"
- Change of scenery -
Stephen was doing a cigarette ended up sitting on the lawn where the barriers. He felt a mess and could see everything on the big screen, but he did not care much ... I wonder if his girlfriend and the other two would be able to see the 'Brad and Orlando that ...?
fumarci Well ... might as well wait on and it was all over and then back to Italy.
lit a cigarette and looked up at a black car stopped at a meter from him.
Inside was a boy with dark hair and a ponytail, her face resting on his hand and the elbow on the window closed, looked distracted in front of you, as lost in his ugly thoughts. Suddenly the voice of a girl next to Stefano
"Orlando ?..."
The boy in the car, hearing his name called, looked up and looked out of the hand (imagine his Facciotto ago when the eyes and questions that its characteristic way of supporting his chin on his hand ...) to the girl who had called him, Stephen was then that she recognized him. The girl started screaming stopped by a policeman and the car started again.
Stefano took another puff of a cigarette and thought
"Mmmm ... I'm dead."
- Scenario Main -
For some reason I thought that Orlando, feeling constantly screaming your name, do not usually react when they called him ... instead, the fact that he pulled up in her head made him feel suddenly call me person. I do not know how to explain it, maybe I thought it was a kind of machine set with no common reactions ... such as turning around to hear his name! ^ _ ^
And Stephen would have been right, that he would die if there when he confessed to having seen him within arm's reach unless we were shocked!
last night in the car I got to tell every detail of his "nose sbarazzeno" thinking and to tell you, because I I had not seen so closely.
"Stephen ... but as it was?"
"Bo? .. A boy ..."
"I understand! But he did! How was sat! ... It was beautiful?? "
" ... um ... like the sun! "
Returning to the runway ... the speaker announced that Brad at every turn, causing a chorus of squeals tremendous and we could not do more of 'Waiting, when you hear a roar louder!
We obviously have not seen anything, to our right, toward the street, there were so many people, all dressed in black, except that they were not dressed in canary yellow them we could not distinguish.
Suddenly Sandruman pulls me a nudge and barks
"Brad Pitt !!!!" indicating the big screen. Brad is a giant on the wall of the palace of the festival, with a nice light dress, smiling hand in hand with Jennifer Aniston (which I did not even know it was his wife ... ^ ^ ') greets people, those on the side of the road, smiling pretty ... you know, happy? Surprised? Pleased? ... Who knows what goes on in his head to the beautiful Brad, the fact remains that seemed genuinely happy, and have a chat with Jennifer and greet his fans.
I was a bath of bile ... where the heck was Orlando? Then, suddenly, I look up to the big screen and I see it. I had a strange feeling. The speaker did not say his name, he was still going along with the others in the crowd, smiling and almost playful, you could see his face on top of other heads and the moment when I looked up at the screen, he lifted her toward the camera and made a silly face, then putting out laughing. At that moment it seemed as if we had looked into his eyes.
feeling that probably share with 1000 other girls, but at that moment I came to think this silly thing ... as if I were left standing in the square just me ... as if that idiot had made her face as if to say "Hey! Here I am! I know it all aspects that afternoon, but I am here! "
Sandruman I grabbed her by the shoulders and started to shake
shouting" SANDRA AND 'HERE! SANDRA E 'LI! SANDRA HAS A FACE awesome! SANDRA E 'BELLISSIMO! "Jumping on the spot while struggling to compose myself! There were also
Sean Bean and Eric Bana with them, who greeted the crowd smiling. We were looking for, related to what we saw on the screen through the legs of the tripod of the camera of the type below, to understand exactly where they were among the sea of people. It was a real pity because we increasingly realized that probably would not have seen anything. The most painful thing was when I climbed the runway, when they stopped three feet in front of us (you could see the agitation of frantic photographers and images on the screen) and we could not see them!
do not think I have ever hated so much television, photographers and journalists at that!
prayed, frantically clutching my camera more and more useless, she took a sudden and devastating to all of them weak at the knees so that everyone would "Get down!" They shouted as they painted the girls next to us!
Meanwhile, those beautiful pieces of man walked slowly and did show himself to the fierce goals, hungry for flash offend their eyes, the smile eternalized learned for copies of papers that will be sold for the glory of God for money and the career of a photographer of assault. Very different from the smiles that instead turned to the people just before, noisy, restless, flickering flash too ... but if only to "love" (I can not find the right word) against them.
Man, we seemed to pay!
and notice the difference in their expression was another thing that made this trip unique for me.
Meanwhile, I screamed at that Ena Sean loves him, while I was reduced to take pictures of the screen, which surely will never come. They were heading towards the stairs, pursued by photographers who had climbed over the ropes es'erano crowded at the first step beyond which some holy soul he was unable to go ... good God ... seemed possessed!
Sandruman shouted "There he is! E 'ORLANDO! "Pointing up the stairs, and finally we were able to see us poor plebeians, standing, turning to greet us and for the arm, with his unmistakable face smiling, standing next to Eric Bana, Brad Pitt and Sean Bean (a beautiful square, too) to take the screams of the people, that shimmering sea of flash and tears and outstretched arms.
Belli.
beautiful as her mother made them! Even more beautiful looking! I carry a picture imprinted in the retina of him on the steps, his face, his smile, that his damn tail to pull, together with that of Sean in the car, looking in front of you ... nice too !!!!!
Then, like all good things must end, even they came to do what we do and we had to turn to return to our home.
At first we were all pretty angry, disappointed and we would have gladly stepped organizers and photographers because the runway is so only to Cannes. And as the sky began to pour her tears because the Orlandino was no longer under him (no kidding ... how Orlando came it started raining!) Es'alzava the wind, I roared with Sandra that the hunting of ugly, far from being met, had just opened!
Here I say to you all. Do not appease me until I saw it right, I had to chase him for even half the globe! I've seen, I agree, but this has only helped increase my hunger for Bloom! Who wants to join is welcome! However
to return, realizing that at times we saw "The four dell'Oddio Oh my God", breaking the club that we had set up and I Sandruman the back seat (who used to give it the force do not know ...) and we stopped to gaze lost in a vacuum to draw that frame of real people around us, and then return to fuss and cry in the ears of Stephen's songs of the car (but only to keep him awake!) while Claudia was sleeping in front!
I told you the whole trip and not just the Orlando, because for me it was a wonderful experience, from six in the morning until two in the morning, every minute of those hours spent with my crazy friends is worth it to be lived; sore knees in the car, the border does not border startled because I had changed the money and then remind me that I could pay in euro, the city with its distinctive buildings with rounded corners, the red carpet, preparation time, problem of parking by the hour, jobs the shop that did nothing but say "Merci!", the sun that we took in the face and arms, the spontaneous applause as a prelude to the arrival of the police when they would arrive, my stomach for 'wait, that Sandra did not drink not to have to go to the bathroom and then losing his job, the old giant Guinness hat, the guy who looks a lot like Leonardo DiCaprio ... all things that I'll never forget, regardless of the time I could see it and see it was really one of the most beautiful days of my life!
Thank you all!!
Thanks for staying up to end! I hope you enjoyed it and read the next! ^___^
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