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The Unluckiest (or Luckiest?) Roxette Fan Part 2 (What Happened After The Concert)

// August 28th, 2010 // No Comments » // personal, roxette, trip

My room at Maritim Hotel, Düsseldorf, Germany.

Maybe some of you still remember my story when I failed to see Roxette in Rotterdam. It seemed it ended in a very good way (I got a chance to meet Roxette backstage) in Cologne, Germany.

However, no one really know what happened after that.

Life seemed perfect. I will always remember Germany as the sacred place where I finally achieved my long time dream (for almost 20 years!) to finally meet Roxette. However, it seemed fate, destiny or whatever you wanna call it decided to add a little more into that unforgettable moment. Perhaps so I could always remember and appreciate on how WORTH that experience really was? I don’t know.

After my meeting with Roxette in Cologne, I still had one last concert to go the next day. I enjoyed the show very much, although my mind mostly thought about the meeting the day before. Nothing could beat that experience. Part of me was sad because the experience was almost over, while I also couldn’t wait to go home to US, so I could upload the pictures and sharing (or showing off) with friends and everyone else. However, it seemed Germany still wanted me to stay just a little bit longer… Two more days actually.

Then I saw the last concert in Dortmund. Pretty emotional to see Marie and Per waved to the audiences and said goodbye. After that, I took a train back to Düsseldorf. It was so cold and freezing. I felt more than exhausted. Two days earlier I REFUSED to feel it and somehow I managed to fight it. Those times I couldn’t afford to feel tired since I still had concert to go (meaning I still need my strength to walk around Cologne/ Dortmund on heavy snow for many hours), but this time I gave in and felt it was okay to be tired and sleepy.

I arrived in Düsseldorf maybe after midnight (I wasn’t sure). There were no more bus, and I still had to wait for a taxi to take me to my hotel while the heavy snow still falling. The taxi came and I arrived safely at my hotel. I realized that I gave TOO MUCH tip to taxi driver. However, I decided not to think about it because tomorrow I would be on a plane back to US. I planned to wake up around 5 am because my flight took off at 9:30 am

I woke up few hours later. While lying in bed, I looked outside the window then wondering why it was all bright outside, then I checked my cellphone. It was 9:15 am! I was shocked! I FORGOT to set up the alarm, I forgot to let the front desk know so they could wake me up. I suddenly realized that I woke up so late and now I could be trapped in Germany with NO money! I only had maybe $ 100 left at my bank account meaning I couldn’t afford to buy a new ticket and I got nowhere to go.

I grab my suitcase in panic. I didn’t even change clothes (I still wore my pajama), no time to put on some socks and I already lost one my gloves during my meeting with Marie and Per. I went to the front desk. I still hoped that I could make it to the airport in 15 minutes. I hoped somehow the plane got delayed.

Damn, there were people also checking out, finally it was my turn. I asked the hotel staff to call a cab for me. He said that there were people asked a cab also, but it didn’t show up yet. Now, I was more than panic. He said the family also needed to go to the airport and maybe they were willing to share the cab with me. I went outside and begging them to let me share the taxi. They didn’t mind. The husband actually tried to cheer me up. He said that everything will be okay and the plane might get delayed because of the horrible weather. I wished he was right. I hoped I didn’t use all my luck for my meeting with Roxette. The damn cab still didn’t arrive so I decided to take a bus instead. Of course by this time, if the plane on time, I already officially missed it

I arrived at the airport and went to Lufthansa desk. Yes, I was right. I missed the plane. I was so sad and confused. Didn’t know what to do, then some airport security advised me to try to get a flight to Frankfurt. She said I still have time to catch my connecting flight to US at 12 pm there (I supposed to take a flight from Düsseldorf to Frankfurt, then Frankfurt to New York), but I needed to buy new ticket from Düsseldorf to Frankfurt. I didn’t even know if I could afford that with my $ 100, but I went on a line anyway.

There was a very LONG line. I decided to ask if I could cut the line, but they all seemed mind. They all also missed their connecting flight. The different were, I FELL asleep while them just simply because of the bad weather which wasn’t their fault at all. So, here I was, being on the line in my pajama.

I checked the clock, now it’s 11:30 am, so I have missed another flight from Frankfurt to New York. It seemed I was gonna trap in Germany for I didn’t know how long.

I was on the line for economy class, then I saw only few people on business class line. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to go to that lane because I just needed to talk with someone from Lufthansa about my situation. So, I moved to that line instead.

Then it was my turn. I told the woman what happened. She checked on the computer and said there were no flight to US until two days later. I said I didn’t mind as long I COULD go home, then I remember I have ‘little’ problem. I got no money to pay for the ticket. She said, I didn’t have to pay. I WAS shocked, then she told me that she was gonna give me ticket for Business Class. Now, I was more than shocked. I couldn’t stop thanking her. I got my ticket and started to walk away. She called me back.

She said: “don’t go that fast”. She asked me where I would stay. I said I didn’t mind staying at the airport, I was already SO happy that I could go back home. She told me not to be silly, then she wrote something that turns out was a voucher to stay two nights at Maritim hotel. Again, I thanked her, then left. She called me again and now she started to laugh. She said that she wasn’t finished, then she gave me something. It was a food voucher for breakfast, lunch, and dinner at Maritim Hotel for two days! I still couldn’t believe what happened. She just saved my life!

Now, I decided to call my husband and told them what happened. He was shocked that I’ve met Roxette, then even shocker for what happened to me after that. Of course, we both relieved that seemed I was gonna be just fine.

So, I went to my hotel. Hey, it even so much better than my previous one. It has flat screen TV, comfier bed and closer to the airport where you could just walk.

Hours later while relaxing at my much nicer room, I realized something. My visa expired TODAY while I still had to stay two more days in Germany. At first, I thought I’d just let the immigration know what really happened and I am sure they would let me entered the plane, still I was so worried. So, I went at the hotel lobby, then talked with some stewardess who happened to stay at the same hotel. They all said that I COULD be in BIG trouble with expired visa, I might have to pay LOTS of fine! They suggested me that I went back to the airport and talked with the airport police.

Arrgghhh…. another trouble again. So I went there and the police said that I DID need to go to immigration office in downtown Düsseldorf. Since it was already evening now and they were closed, he suggested me that I went there next morning. He wrote the address and gave me the direction and how to get there. I called my husband again. He said he would transfer me some money just in case I needed to pay a lot for having my visa extended.

The next morning, I went downtown. I met a guy at the office, who didn’t speak English at all. I told him (In English) that I needed to get my visa extended. He answered me in German, and I had no idea what he was saying, then he gave me a letter, in German. I went to airport so they could tell me if I got the right one. They said: that’s it. I’m relieved and finally I could finally relax at my hotel

This time I didn’t forget to alert the front desk to wake me up the next morning. I set the alarm on my cellphone, the phone at my room also had its own alarm, even the television. So, the next morning imagined how shocked I was when they all started to ring at the same time, but the good news was I woke up ON TIME.

I went to the airport, showed my visa and the letter to immigration and I entered the waiting room with feeling so extremely relieved, then it was time to board, when I showed my ticket, the Luthansa crew said,”Miss Bishop, we would like to invite you to fly on the first-class.” I CAN’T believe what I heard, FIRST- CLASS? I NEVER BEEN ON ONE!

Of course I said yes!

So, there I was at the first-class. I had my own seat that can turn into bed so I could stretch my legs. I had my own table with roses (I usually didn’t care with ‘little thing’ like this), better movie choices and better food! This was the first time ever in my life that I actually didn’t want to get off a plane. It was too comfortable, it was like you went to a spa. The stewardess kept offering me food! First she offered me fruits, caviar then cakes (she asked which kind I prefer the most, I couldn’t pick so she gave me them all). She asked what kind of wine I wanted to have, again I couldn’t decide, so she brought me MANY samples, then I finally chose something. She said it was an African wine.

Then the main course. I was so hungry because I didn’t really eat while I was in Germany. I chose something with duck. It came in a BIG plate that I felt really bad when I couldn’t finish it. Also, I was so full with all the snacks. Probably an hour before the plane landed, she came back with a HUGE bag of present! She said it’s a Chritsmas present. I checked in the bag and I got perfume, lip gloss, sandal, shirt, chocolate, sleep mask, etc.

This trip ended up with another happy ending (except the fact that I had to go back to work at 9 am the next day after arriving home at 3 am). So, yes now I am a BIG fan of Lufthansa.

How my friend manages to get visa and work in the US

// August 4th, 2010 // 2 Comments » // news, personal

EPA/DARREN HAUCK

I always curious on how illegal immigrant in this country (I am talking about the USA) be able to live and work in the United States.

Of course I didn’t dare to ask. I think it would be inappropriate to do and I don’t think any other polite ways to ask them. Still, I am curious as hell.

Then I met a friend of mine who is now moving back to Indonesia. Her decision on why decided to live the country where other people willing to give up anything so they can have a little taste of America is another story.

Firstly, how she got the visa. Everyone knows that after 9/11, it’s almost impossible to get tourist visa, especially if you’re coming from third world country, and some rumor suggested it also applied to people who are coming from “Muslim” country.

Let’s put aside the ‘potential terrorist’ attack, but based on many people experience it’s extra harder to come here if you have empty passport alone. So, I guess before you decided to come here, better go somewhere else first, make sure it’s a rich country.

(Don’t blame me if that doesn’t work, though)

Of course the passport thing only one out many things you need to do. It seemed that US government has gotten smart over the years, they learned that many people come here pretended to be a tourist, but never leave the country.

So, how come my friend manages to come here? For her case it’s mostly luck I think. She had empty passport, but still got a tourist visa for her and her toddler son at the time.

She said she owed that to her son. When the embassy officer at the embassy asked what she would do in the US, her son immediately answered (without rehearsal a day before, she promised), “I want to meet Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck…”

She guessed that the embassy believed that was really their purpose and granted them the visa.

So, she finally flew to the USA.

My next question is how to get a job? In my experience, it’s always required to have social security card. They ALWAYS asked for that. She said she got the fake one. As simple as that.

Still, I wasn’t satisfy. Was that really that simple?

Then she said something that she didn’t really care for church anymore. She lost me this time. I don’t see the connection between my question and her replies.

She said it’s hard to take the preacher seriously because it was the church who helped her (and many people) getting the fake SSN. So, they actually had connection with what she called “mafia” that helped her getting the card.

So, I asked who identity she was using, and she thought it could be some dead people.

So, she got a job and live the American life. The next step is to get Green Card or Permanent Resident. I don’t remember correctly, but I think she mentioned having a lawyer helping her.

She actually went to couple of interview with immigration where she had to make up story. I think she said that she needed the asylum because she couldn’t go back to Indonesia since there were riots on the place where she lived.

She said being a Christian has a little benefit because then you could say that it’s hard to be minority in your country and you got threatening from majority because of what you belief.

Wait, as far as I know, there were Muslims who were also illegal here. In that case, how they got their green card then? Well, they could be just saying that they’ve been forced into jihad.

However, she didn’t manage to get her green card because she had to go back to Indonesia due to personal reason.

I always wanted to share this story, but always forgot to do so. However, lately there has been lots of news report about the new and controversial immigration law in Arizona and it made me think about her story.

You know it’s a dream but you couldn’t get up

// February 27th, 2010 // No Comments » // nightmares, personal

Once I was laying in my bed, I saw a middle aged Chinese woman and his son sitting on my bed. They were watching me asleep.

They didn’t say anything. They looked like they’re human, but the way they looked at me made me realize that there was something not right with them. Their eyes looked dead.

… and what the hell they’re doing in my bedroom?

Even though they didn’t do anything at all, they still scared the hell out of me. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t.

After a minute of torture, I finally got up and realized that it was only a dream. Only that’s the most ‘real’ dream I’ve ever had.

I don’t remember how long after that, but they were back again in my dream. Like before, I couldn’t get up and couldn’t move. For some reason, even though they were sitting still on my bed, I could swear that they were getting closer and closer to me.

Again, it was a struggle to get up, I sometimes made it and usually I was too afraid to fall asleep again. Because the minute I fell asleep, they would be back again.

I didn’t believe in Ghost and such and I know it’s only a dream, but why it kept coming back? And why that woman and her son? Who were they?

This thing happened around 2003. At that time I lived in Jakarta, working as journalist and it’s probably the busiest and the most stressful time in my life ever.

The nightmare continues. Soon, I started to see appearance by people that I knew in real life.

While I was in Jakarta, I had a roommate. Every few days, there was a woman came by to pick up our laundry. Usually she came while we’re still asleep.

And that day, I heard her coming while I was still lying in my bed. Then I felt some “strange” air flowing inside my brain and now my body was “paralyzed” again (Once, you experienced that kind of nightmare in a while, you start to recognize the symptom when it was about to come).

So, I said to myself: “Oh no, what’s scary stuff that I am going to experience this time?”

My eyes were opened (at least that’s seemed like it). I felt her entering the room only that I didn’t see her at all. Then, I saw her right hand waving and touching the wall in a scary way (which I didn’t know how to explain). There was nothing I could do, but to wait until I get my power back to get up from this nightmare

At that time, the dream only set in that same room. Until not longer after that, I had a dream where I ‘woke up’, though still lying in bed. I saw the room around me has changed. It looked like the room in my grandparent’s house.

Then, I saw my cousin at least it looked like her but it wasn’t her because she had that empty, dead, evil look in her eyes, like that Chinese woman and her son.

There were times, my roommate was there with me, sleeping at the same room with me. I felt like there was a long haired ghost (like in The Ring), holding me so tight and made me couldn’t move. I tried to reach at my roommate so I could wake her up, but the ghost were stronger than I did.

I knew that my “experience” is getting scarier and scarier.

I finally told some people about it. They reaction is the room we stayed must be haunted or whatever. I don’t want to believe that, but the other explanation that I MUST be getting crazy then. I like the “haunted” explanation better. Of course, it becomes sort of like jokes then. I was laughing too. Although at the end, I still terrified every time it occurred.

Basically, the experiences were always similar where I couldn’t get up or move. There were times it was too scary that I managed to crawl on the floor, trying to go to the bathroom so I could pour a cold water into my face.

There were times I actually set my alarm to go off every few min, so I could get up when it rings and the “ghost” or whatever would go away.

My last effort was to change the direction of the bed. I heard the myth said you shouldn’t sleep facing the door because then you’ll have nightmare (don’t ask me why, I don’t have the answer). At that time, my common sense doesn’t really help me and I just want to have a peaceful night, so I did change the direction. I forgot if that really worked.

When I moved to US. It started to happen again. Sometimes I woke up and saw my neighbor sitting on my bed and again looking at me with “empty” eyes. There were times I heard my husband footsteps, but he never made it to the door. That’s how I knew that it’s the “nightmare” again.

Onetime, I found the article on something called “Sleep paralysis”. I was shocked to find out and relieved at the same time that I finally found the answer of what has been happening to me in the last few years.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis

This is the various factors that might increase it:

Sleeping in a face upwards or supine position
Irregular sleeping schedules; naps, sleeping in, sleep deprivation
Increased stress
Sudden environmental/lifestyle changes
A lucid dream that immediately precedes the episode.

All the factors seemed to describe my situation really well. The first thing I changed was my sleeping position habit. I remember not to sleep on my back anymore, always facing side, left or right. It seemed worked and I hardly have that experience anymore.

More interesting link (and story) about “Sleep Paralysis”

http://www.lucid.me/sleepparalysis.htm

http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=8590

http://www.theastralworld.com/dreams/sleep-paralysis.php

http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1740?page=4&destination=

A Story of The Luckiest (or the most unlucky?) Roxette Fan

// January 13th, 2010 // 5 Comments » // na na na, personal, roxette, trip

Roxette and me.

I haven’t updated my site in a long time and also haven’t visited anyone’s blog/sites in a long time. This last few months has been very busy for me. It was also a very stressful time with me, although it ended VERY great.

It started with the most terrible times in my whole life but ended in most fantastic times that I myself has never dare to imagine. Now I am confident to say that 2009 maybe the best year of my life.

The are so many reason why it’s the best. This year, I finally achieve not ONLY one but MANY things that I’ve always dreamed or thought before, the dream that seemed impossible and still to this day, I can’t believe that it’s actually happen. The dream is ‘Meeting Roxette’.

I didn’t realize how much this event meant to me, because I thought I’m no longer a a “Roxette fanatic”, I STILL like them but I thought the effects like I used to feel when I was teenager probably has faded away with time. I was like a newborn Roxette fan again. Then I realize that I am actually still a Roxette fanatic, but past event (like terrible thing that happen to Marie) made me want to focus on something else, thing that ‘less selfish’ than to see them on a stage.

If you curious, I am gonna share my story which I actually wrote and got published at RoxetteBlog.Com

WARNING: It’s quite long

BEING a Roxette fan was always a challenge for me. Everytime I always wanted to get something Roxette-related, I had to try extra harder (maybe harder than anyone else) to get what I wanted. Most of the time it would be so stressful, but for some reason it was always ended great and by the end of the day it became a good story to tell.

I remember on 1993, I was only 14 years old and still living in a very small town of Indonesia (now I’m living in US). At that time, my TV only had one channel, no cable at all.

I have a cousin who liked to buy a tabloid which included a TV guide/schedules for the whole week. I remember it was Tuesday night, and for fun I would pretend that my TV had all the chanells like in that TV guide, and I’d marked the shows that I pretend I was going to watch the next day.

Then I read about the show called “About Roxette”. I panicked and shocked because ever since I become a huge fan, never in my life I watched a whole hour show about them. Now some channel is gonna broadcast them but my TV didn’t even get that? What am I gonna do?
No one I knew had cable.

So, all night I prayed (I really did), that if I couldn’t watch the show, I hope that when I woke up tomorrow that the show will disappear magically from that tabloid (I know it sounded selfish).

I couldn’t really sleep of course, and around 5 am I woke up and checked the listing. It was still there, and now it was only few hours away.

To my surprise, I heard someone knocked on our door and my mom went to open it. I stayed in my room, but I could hear that it was my aunt. It was strange for her to visit my mom in that hour.

Then I overheard her saying the most magical word ever. She said: ”We just installed cable yesterday.”

I jumped off bed instantly and went outside to make sure I didn’t misheard. She was telling the truth, she had cable now and meaning I COULD see Roxette!

So, even though the show wouldn’t be on until 3 pm, I already sat in front of the TV at her house since 8 am. Hours later, I finally was able to see Marie and Per for the whole hour (well, 30 minutes actually, because there were commercial breaks) for the first time in my life.

No Indonesian subtitles, just English and at that time I only understood maybe 5 percent of what they were talking about, but I didn’t care. I just want to see them. Ah, those were the days…

That’s just the beginning…

Years later, I was still a Roxette fan and my dream was to see them live on stage. However, things changed when Marie got ill. All of a sudden, I put aside that dream and all I want was to see her healthy and happy agaon, even if it meant that I’d never see Roxette live ever again.

I actually manage to make myself not really thinking about them anymore. Thank god for my very busy job and school. For the first time in my life, I felt like I wasn’t Roxette number one fan anymore, I like to think that maybe now I was only Roxette number 37 or 38 fan.

Years ago, I wanted to be the first person who owned their latest album, but this time I even waited 3 years before I got Rox Box.

But then there she was ON STAGE again with Per in Amsterdam. Suddenly things changed again. Now I was probably Roxette number 10 fan. I felt like 15 again. I admit I cried when I saw them (through YouTube) on stage again and I remembered the dream I used to have of seeing them live again.

I realized that it never goes away, at that time I just wanted to be a good fan, especially for Marie. I stay away because I want the best for her, but now I think it’s no longer selfish to have a Roxette dream again.

Then I heard the news that they would be performing on Night of the Proms. I was trembling and feeling so nervous when I realized that I might be able to see them. I actually had enough money on my bank to see them.

I had been saving money for travelling to a place that I hadn’t decided and now I COULD use that money.

I decided to go to see them in the Netherlands. And since this was my first time travelling outside the US, and even though I am US permanent resident but still am an Indonesian citizen, I decided to call the Indonesian consulate and addressed my question to them.

I asked them if I needed a visa to go to Netherland, and they said no. That’s how I made my first mistake ever. I didn’t double check with the Dutch Consulate. I BELIEVED them right away. So, then I bought the round trip ticket to Amsterdam, bought one NOTP ticket for Rotterdam show, booked 4 nights room for a hostel, learnt how the train system works (printing the schedules, etc), even made a trip plan to see Roxette’s foot prints in Rotterdam.

I also bought a new suitcase, camera, winter clothes, some travelling kits and books to read at the airplane. I even announced that to everyone I knew in Facebook, Twitter, and whatever/whenever I could about this most exiting moment I am about to experience. I also took almost a week off work.

Then a week before my trip, I bought another NOTP ticket. I was so happy to know that I was going to be in TWO concerts. Life seemed GREAT.

Then on the 16th, I said goodbye to all my Facebook friends, hopefully to meet some of them at the concert. I went to the airport with happiness and joy. The only thing that worried me if I could straight my legs on the airplane.

However the day I arrived at the airport made turns me from the happiest gal at to the saddest and the most tragic person at San Diego Lindberg Airport.

They said I couldn’t go because I didn’t have the visa. I was so shocked. I thought everything was perfect, I thought in few days I’d finally be able to see Marie and Per. Never in my life I’d changed from the happiest person to the saddest THIS fast.

I felt sad before for not being able to see Roxette when they toured Indonesia (1995), but at that time I knew from the very beginning I wouldn’t be able to see them, so I was sad, but was more prepared. This was different, I was SO fuckin’ sure I was gonna see them.

I learned that to get the visa I’d need at least three weeks, meaning even when I get it, it was already too late. My dream was crashed.

I went home crying. I decided I wanted to take a break from anything, especially from Roxette. It was too painful. I took off the calendar because I didn’t want to see the dates to remind me that I was supposed to be in Rotterdam.

I asked my husband to message my Rox friends about what happened, because I thought it would be strange to just disappear like that.
He also contacted the airplane ticket and they said the ticket wasn’t refundable, but I could still use the credit for my next flight. However, they would still take $ 300 as penalty.

The hostel charge me one night out of four (that was fair). The NOTP ticket wasn’t refundable unfortunately. I wanted to give it away to other fans, but too little time.

However, it turns out I couldn’t really take a break. I kept wondering if I could make it to Germany instead? Should I try by using the credit of my airplane ticket? I was too scared to fail and even losing more money.

Then, with the last energy I had, I decided to try to get a visa to Germany. There were lots of requirements, and again almost made me give up, but some part of me kept me wondering how if I’d succeed. I was worried that in the future I’d always be wondering what would happen if I had never even tried.

So, yes, I decided to give it another try. Again, I bought (using the credit and paid even more money) another roundtrip airplane ticket from USA to Germany.

Just in case, I bought a ticket for the last show in Dortmund. The ticket was more expensive than the one I had before and it wasn’t in front of the stage, like my seat in Rotterdam, but I didn’t care. This time I planned everything quietly. Maybe because I was just too afraid that it might fail again.

Then, we went to the German Consulate in Los Angeles. At that time it was only two weeks before the concert, and the woman at the consulate reminded me that it might took three weeks for me to get the visa. At that time, I just didn’t care. “Whatever,” I thought.

Later, they still said that my letter of reference from work didn’t look legitimate enough and I needed a new one. My itinerary wasn’t what they wanted either.

Usually, they want people to bring those documents in person, but this time they said I could just mail them in. Thank goodness. We already spent lots of money for gas from San Diego to LA back and forward.

… And the waiting game began. Couldn’t really sleep and eat. Gosh, waiting was REALLY a very hard thing to do!

Then three days before the 16th, I got a call from the consulate and they said that my visa was ready! I WAS so relieved and happy! We drove to Los Angeles again to get it. I still decided not to let anyone know about it at least until the concert was over.

Just to be sure, a day before my trip, we went to the airport and showed the document I had, and they said that was all I needed. “Just don’t be late,” the Airport people told me.

The 16th arrived and finally I was on a plane to Dusseldorf, Germany. I just couldn’t believe that my dream was about to become true! I arrived on the 17th and went to my hotel right away.

The next day, the 18th, I woke up and I realized that in a few hours Roxette was going to sing in Cologne but I only had one ticket to Dortmund. I knew that the show for that day probably was sold out, but what about the one for tomorrow? Should I go? Then I talked with my husband on the phone, I asked him to check my account and he said that I still had a little money.

So, I decided to take a train to Cologne right away and arrived around 1 pm. I asked if they still had a ticket for tomorrow’s show, then they checked their computer and told me that they did! I was so happy, but then I decided to ask IF they still had ticket for TONIGHT show, and they said yes.

I bought the ticket right away. They asked me if I wanted to buy another one for the next day, but I said I’ll think about it.

The problem now, that the show wouldn’t start until 8 pm, and here I was already at the location seven hours earlier. I didn’t have any friends in Cologne so I didn’t know where to go.

First I went to Greek restaurant and ate, I even talked with a waiter who was shocked when he learned the reason why I was there. However, I felt uncomfortable to sit down there hours and hours, so I decided to leave and wandered in a cold weather until the show started.

It was pretty hard, especially for someone who came from Indonesia (tropical country), then living in southern California to suddenly walking around during freezing winter time in Germany.

Finally it was almost the show time. I was so excited and touched at the same time. I couldn’t believe I’d see Roxette for the first time in my life.

Then I heard the most familiar familiar music followed by the familiar faces. I felt so amazed, I decided to stop taking pictures, I just wanted to pay attention to Marie and Per while they performed “Wish I Could Fly”. I felt like I was dreaming, like it didn’t actually happen.

When the song was over, and they both disappeared, that was when I actually realized that I JUST saw Roxette. I felt like I was about to cry, but then I thought if I cried right now, people would think that I was a fan of whomever in the stage right now. So, I forced myself not to.

Then, of course later, I was amazed again by how great Marie’s performance was, especially during “Listen To Your Heart”. Honestly, when I went to see them, I didn’t have any expectation at all. I felt like my job was to support them no matter what. They have blessed me with great music all these years, it was my turn to thank them by just showing up. So, I was totally blown away when Marie proved that she still had one of the most beautiful voices I’ve heard in my life. That woman was just so amazing and powerful. That was probably my absolute favorite performance of hers.

When I went back to my hotel that night, I kept thinking on how great the show was. So, I decided to try to get another ticket for tomorrow’s show. I went there again very early so I could still get the ticket, which I did. Once again, I had to walk around for hours waiting for the show to begin.

This time was even harder because there was heavy snow all over the place. I kept thinking how on earth I was gonna survive on this weather, I felt numb all over, my hands and face were frozen, but then it help me to not feeling as cold.

Maybe two hours before the show, I cought some familiar faces in the crowd waiting for the door to be opened. However, I was still not sure. So, I just followed them and waited until someone mentioned “Roxette”, then maybe I’d say hi. Then I saw Kirsten (A Roxette friend that I only know from internet), but again I was still not sure and I kept standing near them. No one said Roxette or Kirsten, so then I decided to say hi anyway. I mean, what worst thing could happen?

It turned out it was really her, and she was quite surprised that I actually MADE it to the concert. Then, something more amazing than I could imagine actually happened. She asked me if I wanted to join them to meet and greet Roxette. I, of course, said yes right away.

However, I learned to stay calm and prepared myself for not being disappointed if it doesn’t happen.

Hours later, at the backstage, the dream that I had for a long time started to come true right before my eyes when I saw Per and Marie entered the room.

It was so strange to see faces that I had ever only seen on TV or magazines actually appeared, for real. This time I kept taking lots and lots of pictures.

Then it was my turn to have my picture taken with Per. I had never met him before so I didn’t know what to do. I actually decided to avoid physical contact, so I just stood near him without even shake his hand. Then, he suddenly put his arm around my shoulder. I thought, hey, maybe it was okay to lay my head on his shoulder, then I got my picture taken (of course later I saw in our picture that Per didn’t smiling, I hope it wasn’t because of what I did).

Overall, Per was very warm and nice. He liked to talk to the fans all at once, which was great. Then, it was my turn to meet Marie. I was SO shocked when she grab my hand then kept holding it maybe for few minutes.

She was smiling and looking me right in the eyes, like she wanted to give all her attention to me. I never expected that. So, then I told her I’ve been a fan for 19 years since I was living in Indonesia and this is the first time I saw her in person. She was quite shocked, but she kept looking right into my eyes, then said, “hope this is okay with you.”

She still had her eyes on me while holding my hand so tight, seemed like she waited for me to say something. My 15 years old heart wanted to scream hysterically in front of her face, but my 30 year old brain told me to stay calm. At the end, the only words that I manage to say was “You’re so pretty.”

I knew it doesn’t sound smart at all and I wish I said something more meaningful. And guess what, she still looked at me right in the eyes. Maybe, I am crazy but it seemed like she could read inside my soul. That was too hard for me to handle so I turned away To this day, I kept thinking about that look. It’s still a mystery to me, but let me try to explain: In her eyes, there were kindness, child alike, innocent, mysterious, sweet, and curiosity or was it? Is that possible that some things that I felt like I saw on her was the reflection on my own feelings towards her? Like I actually witness my childhood past? There is something special with that woman. It turns out I wasn’t the only one who feel that, so I wasn’t crazy then.

At that time the whole meeting was still like a dream to me. I started to realize that it really did happen when I went back to my sit at the concert. Then that was when I started to become emotional and I felt like I really need to cry this time, in happiness, but Katona Twins were on a stage right now, and even though I enjoyed them alot, again I didn’t want people to think that I cried for them.

The third concert in Dortmund however was mixed emotions to me. I was sad because this was the last one but happy at the same time to see them on a stage. After the concert, I went back to my hotel very tired and only got few hours to sleep before leaving for USA. I kept thinking about my meeting with Roxette and couldn’t wait to share my experience with everyone.

Of course, nothing ever went easy for me. I actually overslept and missed my plane, and I wasn’t leave until two days later, but that’s another story.

For more of the pictures I took with Roxette, click here