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Thursday, 07 February 2008

Trying Unsuccessfully To Emanate Sophistication

By Lia of the Yum Yum Café blog

Years and years ago, I used to collect stories of embarrassment and mortification from friends and family. Over a decade or two, I collected these pearls of narration. I thought I might write down some of these stories, names and places changed of course, and share them with you.

Salina, nineteen years old, has an older colleague at work, who knows the roadies’ manager of one of Germany’s best know pop stars. It so happens that this famous pop star is touring Germany (it’s a question whether he does any else but tour Germany) and is giving a concert in a city not too far away from where Salina lives. Salina is invited by her colleague to come with her to meet The Gang.

Nervous, excited, a bit overwhelmed, Salina finds herself, the afternoon before the concert, sitting almost, practically, nearly next to this pop star and all of the technicians, musicians, managers, etc. in their hotel restaurant.

The waitress comes over to ask what everyone wants to drink. She takes Salina’s order first. Wanting to appear cool, chic, and ever so worldly, Salina orders a martini. The waitress then proceeds to take the rest of the orders: coffee, coffee, a coke, coffee, lemonade, and coffee. You got it, no one orders alcohol; the band and roadies are just beginning their day’s work. There’s Salina, with her martini in hand, feeling as if she wants to melt into the floor.

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