The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

The area around the arena is already massively garrisoned.Already strongly packed of policemen.Jill turns towards me and goes: " See, I wasn't lying at all... touts are gonna make big deals tonight!"
That's for sure, fans in outrageously growin number are pressing the main entrance gate, I couldn't really imagine this before..But Jill is not going there where everyone else is standing, like I thought since we are supposed to be waiting for other guys comin as well?
"Hang out a minute Jill, where are we goin? Don't we have to wait for your buddies to join us?"
"They are already where they have to be, and they'll certainly be buddies for the two of us, you'll see..."
Well, no one can't claim I am not a smooth talker, or that I don't like to get word-jokes or tricky sentences but when I am already up since 4 am I am never that keen at them... I feel so lonesome landed among Oasis-maniacs all dressed with logo shirts and tour dates gadgets over them. I think they can sense that I am not like them as well, they are watchin me with a certain dog-haunting sight: I am teetotal, and undrugged, and moreover unfaithful. Do I have that written on my back?!?
"What does that mean Jill?"
He doesn't tell, but followin his steps it fastly becomes clear. As one of the roughes in the external crew, controlling the entrances reckons him, he invites us to step in nearer, getting through the car parking zone, thing we try to do in souplesse, although my fear about those gathering outside understanding we are not like them for real after all is makin my moves as delicate and easy as it could be walkin over fresh eggs without makin them crack. Beside the fact I am doing it like an elephant would. br>Jill is not even considering my worry, he's so electrified and on his own wave right now...I have never seen anyone in such a similar state, that I do not comprise; I think he fancies me quite, I realized that fully out a couple of nights ago, pondering his behaviours and still, I am so sure, if I would offer myself freely to him in this very moment, I seriously doubt I'd get any of his attention.
This around 25 years old dude is now in front of us, Jill takes a brief second to cheer him up, before beginning storming questions out to him.
"Are they in? Where's Noel? I've got news about Paris gig, they say Liam and Tony have fallen out and punched one another? Is it true?"
"Jill, calm down man.. Why are you askin me so deep insights, when you know I am just a local freelance writer?"
"yeah, but you have done things for Smash hits sometimes..."
"Well, just a few times indeed."
That's such a syncopated rhythm of conversation that it would fit an hip-hop tune. Ehya out there, some B-boy or Fly girl? Anyway, we are among the restricted elite into the Arena zone, just some steps away from the building, to get there will request still abit more time. And now it is coming a new bloke, a policeman whom the rough one gives a smile wide open, showing all his ashamingly crocked teeth for minutes, as he was wearing a facial paresis; from their fast speeches I get that the policeman must be a relative, never got of whom, nor in which degree, while the fat rough smiler, who's younger than I thought and a former secondary school companion of Jill, is recruited as member crew of Oasis for the Middle England part of their current tour.Allegedly. Anyway, he got to have some role, since he clearly is aware of the placce, of the people around him and of things one can do or not. And also those one can ask. Or those we can't.
"So you've really seen them? Oh my God...what a lucky man.. tell me please, are they fightin that much? are they funny ones?Is it their speech so hard to take?"
Unrestrainable, he resembles a kid on the Enterprise, getting frenzy about everything, caught by all small lights on the place, askin constantly out stuff."I can't tell you that Jill.I told others some bollocks, like we hang out together at nights, but you're my buddy, I cannot lie to you. I have seen them from far away, like the majority of us did here.They have just arrived, that's it."
That's being loyal. And that's actually credible.
"Therefore you never spoke a word with none of them?"
"I just crossed into Bonehead's way and that was cool. He said "Make a good job out of all this, man" and then he reached the rest of teh band, and their manager."
" Oh. "
Jill's so disappointed his chin has touched ground now, and he's not hiding it.One vigorous slap on the shoulder is my way to claim his smile back, and my gesture is better than Hamlet's in theathre. Some deep and baritonal voice is there, unnatural and funny, too:
"Be brave, as life goes on. To be or not to be, this is the question..."
That's demential, but he smiles then laughes out loudly, while the other two definitely have not clue about me now.Nor that I could care less than zero about them, anyway...
"Is she your girlfriend? She's cute indeed. Is she foreign one?"How rude, how crude, and how out of line. And why the hell he doesn't speak with me, speakin about me?I hate that.
"My . girlfriend? Oh.. no..Not really. She's the one of that school exchange I did tell you last year, the italian one. She's temporarily guest in my house. Innit?" How pathetic, he's searchin out approval for his deep explanation about my inner existence essence, without getting not even by far how cruel is the way he looks while treating me like I am senselessly there. Stupid."Nice to meet you all.I'm Melania, the chick of the Italian/English University exchange." I am glad to notice Jill's getting pale hearing how I am calling coldly myself "chick".
Stupid.
"Pleased to meet you too sweetie. I am Paul. Listen Jill, if she's not with you, can I present her to Liam? Maybe he would let me enter further in the crew then..ahahah!"
This Paul one is a spectacularly massive kind of idiot. Not many could result as abusive, unclassy, and repulsive with just one minuscle sentence.I am not a Minotaur Virgin ready to be eaten up, and I am not any "sweetie",me.
Fuck you big time, Paul. I know you can't guess any behind my smile, you pea-sized cunt, but if I could tell you just one sentence the way I'd like, you would cry one hour after. But I don't wanna really waste my precious breath with you.
Finally, we are receiving tips about our way to enter and stay frontstage.We just have to wait a bit more, and they will let us enter way before others alongside thirty other lucky ones.We are gonna be frontstage, just attached to barriers under it.