So we got the ok: we went downstairs trying to keep calm, but of course flushing and shaking... And there they came: first Jason and Roger...autographs, pictures...gone!very very quick...but definitely exciting...then once again Simon and Perry popped out...smiles, autographs photos, and gone again.. Now we were just waiting for Robert...with a pressure
dropping, and time running out, he started walking down the corridor...we all looked, we stared, we smiled...we could hardly believe our eyes...some of us frantically asking him questions, some of us getting his signature on the skin to have it tattoed..some of us just listening, looking and getting an autograph, as if a tiny blurb on paper could carry all the emotions that were going through our minds those moments...

And as quickly as it started it was all over...we were pushed back, upstairs, happy, flabbergasted and with those precious slice of life for them so average yet for us so so very special...

We enjoyed a fabulous show...songs, new and old, sung in a perfect voice and perfect sound, with amazing visuals on the backgrounds and 3 solid hours of past and present glories.

But my luck was not over. If that was a blessing, well, on Tuesday the 9th a miracle did happen to me..