"Imagine you can travel back to the past."
Everyone is here, just like one year ago. I feel so glad to be here again.
I see my friends and people I don't know. I'm so happy that I talk with them even if I don't have any idea of who they are. I only know they are here for the same thing as me.
I do everything I've done one year ago.
I left home early in the morning to be sure to have the best view. I see my best friend in the bus, she comes with me.
I have waited for so long to live this day... and live it again...
I meet the same people again.
We laugh at what we see on a TV screen. We Stop. We see in this screen who we are going to see for real in some hours. We get more excited. We start screaming and we don't care if other people think we are crazy. When you are going to see someone you waited for for three years, you are crazy...
The staff starts settle the stage and settle the instruments too.
I'm next to the stage and I feel my heart beating more and more stronger.
One of my friends screams "They are here !".
Everyone try to see them but when they see her laughing they understand it was a joke... a very bad one. I think they would probably kill her if they were able to make a move. Luckily for her we were very many in the crowd and we couldn't move.
I felt my heart stop when I heard the music starting. I try to realize that I'm in front of my favorite band but I can't... even if it is the second time.
I think I realized that I saw them when I was in my room, watching the photos I had taken and when I saw their autographs on my CD...
Ce texte, c'est mon bac blanc d'anglais.
45/60
45/60
Photo : Y a un an j'disais "Mes photos, je ne les partagerais pas ici, par pur égoïsme."
Photo : Aujourd'hui j'en met une, par pure vanité, pour dire "J'y étais".
