November 17th, 1991

It was a quarter to eight when I woke up on this Sunday morning. You have to specially enjoy Sundays, because on Monday the school’s getting on again. But today I exceptionally didn’t waste a thought on this. Still it was all quiet in the house. Usually I would close my eyes again and keep on napping for a while, but this time this was no usual Sunday, no, this was the day when I wanted to see him on his concert. My second cousin provided two tickets for me weeks ago, and my mother should come along with me.
So on this Sunday morning nothing kept me in bed any more. I put my clothes on as fast as the wind and by chance I threw a glance out of the window. Outside there was - snow!! I could hardly believe my eyes, the first real snow in this winter. But this should not stay the only surprise on this day.
After breakfast I couldn’t remain seated, so I helped my mother washing the dishes (what a sensation). At noon near twelve o’clock we finally set off. My dad was driving us. I sat on the backseat looking out at the snow. I pondered on how I tried over the last months to argue my parents into letting me go... I was grinning, now I actually made it.

It was my very first concert, and it was the man I loved who performed it. I was awfully excited! For a moment I felt a little bit scared. I had read a lot about girls passing out during a concert, and I knew this man already made me crazy, what should it be when he was really standing in front of me? But I quickly blocked out this thought again, because it was far from me to break down. Also I was curious about what I would have to expect there.
At first there was a disappointment waiting for me when my dad left the autobahn at Hartenstein, this meant he wanted to visit my grandparents first. Well, that wasn’t so bad, but when he made himself comfortable in front of the television, that could have been driving me crazy. But I had decided not to let anything ruin this day.
We got on the road again about quarter past three. In the meantime it had stopped snowing, but the road condition was disastrous. My dad was steering our car through the soup and blustering why I had to go to this concert by all means, and could not watch the video a hundred times at home. But this could cloud my really good spirits not in the slightest. Also he didn’t mean that seriously anyway, after all he had been on a concert by himself and knew what it meant to experience this incredible atmosphere among hundreds of fans.

We arrived at about a quarter past four, and there was the next surprise waiting for us, but in a negative meaning: Our car had a flat tire! My parents were extensively annoyed at that, but I found it some kind of funny. What could happen on such a day... Well, looking forward to the concert, I could have jumped for joy.
Then I went to the skating hall with my mother, while my father was changing the tire and then he made himself comfortable in the car for reading.
I pushed to the front at once, my mother stayed further back. From somewhere I heard his deep voice singing (he had two concerts this evening), but I couldn’t find the stage behind the glass doors, only the people on the ranks were to be seen, changing spotlights and a merchandise stand. But my excitement was increasing, when I suddenly realized: There inside he is singing!

At about half past four I wondered why relatively few people were standing outside, after all we should be let in at five. My mother quickly circled the hall and coming back she confirmed my suspicion: We were standing at the wrong entrance. Unfortunately we had not been the only ones who came to this conclusion, and so the whole bunch of people was dashing forward, because everyone wanted to be the first on the other side. Me too, and so I ran just between the busses.
Then I turned around the corner and thought: ‘Lummy, here you never will get through!’ There they were standing, masses of people! But being a bit ruthless I actually managed it to push up to the barrier. Unfortunately I was at the wrong side. My mother called me just to climb over it. Other people did the same, and finally the securities gave up and cleared away into the hall. Thereupon we ran ahead to the glass door, still waiting for entry impatiently. One of the securities dared to protrude his head through the door, but only to tell us, that the show would be one hour delayed, allegedly because the crew was stuck in the snow.

Sometime the first show had finally ended, and we could enter the hall shortly after six. The crowd was horrible, and not even the security could handle it, so the guys had to forbear from controlling the tickets. I was running quite right ahead but unfortunately I missed the first stairs over the ranks so I “only” got a place in the second line, but this was good enough! When I ensured my place I had time to look after my mother. She caught a seat outside of the board, and it didn’t look as if she would be moving away from there.

Well, there in front of the stage I was waiting another hour, while they aired current chart songs. Soon the crowd became more and more impatient, and every few minutes an enthusiastic wave broke out, everybody finally expected the show to begin. His name was thundering through the hall. Infected by the atmosphere I was screaming, too, but the black half-transparent curtain stayed closed yet. Only one time he showed up on stage, in a long coat, a hat drawn deep in his face. Probably he wanted to suss things out inconspicuously, but we were shouting and laughing, so he waved to us and disappeared from stage with a grin.

At about a quarter past seven the show had finally begun. The band already played a while, then he entered the stage surrounded by a fog cloud, singing a medley of the three classics “Walk on through the wind”, “Home” and “America”. This was really a sight to behold, only saying:

                                                                  W O W !!!!

There he was standing, my beloved superstar. His blue eyes were shining in the spotlight like the sky on a clear blue day in July. It was a very strange feeling. This was no picture, this was truly him. For two hours I enjoyed his voice, his look, his very presence. He was so - real!
And the concert was gorgeous. Neither at a disco nor at any party I have ever experienced such a mood. His songs carried me away to another world, I absorbed his voice, my eyes followed every move he made.
Then suddenly he stood in front of me, right at the edge of the stage. I looked into his eyes and he returned my look, twinkled to me. I twinkled back, he winked and smiled at me. I forgot the rest of the world! During the rest of the show I was only looking for his eyes. Some of his looks I could capture with my camera, but just after the first three songs the film was full. Now my hands were free to clap along with the others and I was doing that until I didn’t feel them any more. When playing his greatest hit the hell broke loose in the hall. Grinning he stood on stage and held the microphone to us (which wasn’t really necessary, we shouted that loud that the walls were shaking anyway).
When he played a medley for his one and a half year old daughter, she was brought on stage. Her daddy took her on his arm, she snapped for the microphone with her tiny hands and looked interested to the crowd. Also his beautiful wife came on stage. She danced with sexy clothes to the song “Mustang Sally”. Meanwhile the background girls took off his black suit, and underneath he appeared in bright gold. It was one of the most beautiful moments of the show, when his wife stood there with open arms like a goddess and he knelt in front of her with his golden suit.

He gave three encores, with “Silent Night” he finally said goodbye. He sung it with the city’s children’s chorus and snow was falling down on the stage. Then the concert was finished (oh how sad I was when he disappeared from stage).

Dazed I went to the souvenir stand. There I met my mother again. I think it was about a quarter past nine. So the concert lasted about two hours. Much too short in my opinion, I’d rather stopped the time forever, but as you know that’s impossible. Well, the show was over, and so my mother and me went back to our car, where dad was waiting. It was half past nine when we started on our way home. I bought myself a sweatshirt which I pulled over on the way (and I didn’t take it off the whole night and all the next day). Half-sitting, half-lying I looked into the starlit night sky and let the last hours pass by my eyes like a film. It took some time to treat all these feelings and impressions.
But when we got back home I woke up from my dizzy state. My grandparents were still awake, so I ran over to tell them everything.

Later when I went into my room his blue eyes were receiving me from all sites. I got to my knees and replied his sweet smile, although I knew this was only a picture and he couldn’t see me any more.
I closed my eyes and saw him standing on the stage again, saw his smile and his looks. I couldn’t stop tears filling my eyes. On one hand I was sad that it was over, on the other hand I was very happy to have experienced one of his shows. In this moment I knew I had to see my baby again!

The next day was flying by somehow. I wasn’t hungry, I wasn’t up for anything, except to relive him in my thoughts again and again.
I was living in the past.
Already before the concert I didn’t think of the day after, it seemed to me that everything would end on this evening, as if time would stand still. But it did not. Life must go on.


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