I was so fascinated by the sight of Michael that I forgot about my camera. When I remembered why I had come, the doors of the hotel had already shut.
For some reason, the crowd stayed. Now everybody was looking up at the windows on the third floor. Somehow, the crowd knew that Michael Jackson’s suite looked out onto the square in front of the hotel. Those who had been unlucky like me were now waiting for M.J. to look out the windows of his suite.
I didn’t believe that Michael was going to show his face. But miracles do happen. After ten or fifteen minutes, Michael’s face appeared. Then he waved his hand and disappeared inside his suite. A few minutes later, a little kid looked out of the same window. Then Michael appeared again. This time he was holding a piece of paper in his hands. On the paper there were three words: ‘I LOVE YOU’. The crowd roared with excitement. Michael folded up the paper and threw it down into the crowd.
I didn’t expect Hungarians to be so crazy about M.J. The crowd converged round the spot where the paper had landed. There were screams and shouts as people fought over the precious souvenir. This time I managed to take a few pictures of Michael looking out of the window. I still have those pictures in a special album.
Looking back on those crazy days I feel kind of nostalgic. Since that time I have seen a lot of different stars, but I’ve never felt such awe and excitement as when I saw Michael.
feel dizzy чувствовать головокружение
pinrups плакаты
catch one’s eye привлечь чьё-то внимание
at all costs любой ценой
coverздесь освещать в СМИ
give up отказываться
info информация
pedesrian zone пешеходная зона
backpack рюкзак
pop газированная вода
come in handy пригодиться
limo лимузин
hang around бродить
stick around здесь не уходить
‘cos because
were gonna killздесь погубят (мой шанс)
cramздесь заполнять до отказа
gut feeling чутье
gave me a real fright здесь поeнастоящему напугала
bullshit груб чепуха
faint терять сознание
suite номер «люкс»
roar реветь
converge здесь сжиматься
Have you ever taken pictures of a famous person?
Did you behave in the same manner as the storyteller?
Do you know anyone who can be called a fan?
Do you support the storyteller’s wish to take pictures of M.J.?
Do you think that such behavior is only characteristic of teenagers?