The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

"D'you know that picture onto Whatever single? They say the shooting took place here, just slightly upper, in between Sheffield and Manchester. That outta be a picture of Arizone but while they were touring USA last time, Noel went AWOL, the band risked to break up, and in all that mess it wasn't possible to take a picture anywhere, so they chose to picture their naked homelands once back and back together as well..."
This guy'd be a reason for envy even to their future biographer, if they'll ever gonna get any!Where does he find time to pick up all these detailed infos about them? Well, I am terribly sleepy yet; I hate to wake up in the core of the night, but Jill's father had to leave at 4 and a half in the morning, so I didn't even try to wake up Ilaria to say bye to her firstly because that would have been a wasted effort, and secondhandly because, in the remote chance to make it happen,I would have been choked and stuffed like a dead animal... I think one of her closest relative must be a dormouse.
It's almost 7 o'clock, and we're arrived now: will I be given a break and sleep?? Course.. not.
I was hoping Jill would have been all caring about me and the fact I am with him, but his flipping euphoria has nothing to do with it, all his excitement is due to the incoming gig, he has not spoken of anything else since I have accepted his offer.I have become the Invisible One since then, I feel frustrated and insignificant... yes I do feel bad. Let's try at least to be part of some of his day, in the one and only way today: let's share his obsessive frenzy:
"How many times have you seen them so far?"
"Today is my fourth time"
Not many then... well, no, they are indeed! It's no further than one year they are around, so he must be the classical first hour adept.
"I wasn't meant to see them the first time it did happen: I was there for watching Verve alongside my cousin, they where playing at his University, in Manchester, and he took me there. 9th of December, 1993.. ah, I will never forget that! Verve were great but Oasis was the band who got my head in first and foremost.They blew me away, Liam seemed there just to burn our heads out and he made it, we all got up like flames, I certainly did... no, I won't ever forget that day. And by the way, Verve will be Oasis openers today..."
How beautiful this memory is.. he shines while thinkin back to that day, it has to be fantastic to suggest such a love , so straight away, to people hearing your gig for the first time. "And after that?" I keep on askin while we are parkin into the hotel's reserved area.
"Well, let me think.. one was last year in March, at Oxford politechnic and the other, last August at London Astoria.The latter especially was fabulous!"
I wonder if he can say something bad about one of their gigs... No, I shouldn't think so, he's passionate but competent, he owns an incredible collection of music, so many types of it, from classical to hard rock; he plays piano and guitar, and he just lives in musical dimensions all the time. I wish I could share some of that with him, and I am sure to live in this Country helps a lot to be a music lover, here music is treated not like the last one of Arts, but it's got a big space in the life of common people too. Even if Jill's not common at all...
"Meli, Jill: soon we're gonna have breakfast in the room..."
Room which is filled with naive countryside paintings over monochrome wallpaper, curtains of piquet screening windows with the typical border of white wood, room which is composed of a parental bedroom and two bed one over the other, like in the Army; we're gonna sleep together, I don't know , I don't really like it but.. I brought here my favourite pijama, white creamy and made of silk, masculine but delicate. There are a little corridor before we step into the bedroom, and a little corner like a cute living room with tv, sofa and chairs, separated from the beds by a strange wall, the bathroom is clean, wide and.. damn, no bidet whatsoever!
I look out from the window, willing to see the town outside for erasing the first thought I had about it, a grey, decadent town with no lights to clear up the smokes around. I see hills and pieces of forests all throught the horizon line but,for how hard I try to think of positive about Sheffield, I still feel like this is a depressive town, like most of them here in the North. From our room, at the seventh floor, I can see the top dome of the Arena where Oasis will play tonight.
"Hurry up Meli, let's eat and then get ready to exit..."
"Are you kidding? they play tonight, there's no point in leaving this soon?No one's there yet, and where we will wait, outside in the grey rain?" It's not raining actually, but here you can't say how long it will last anyway..
"We'll be in front row, indeed!"
And now his father speaks a bit worried "Please, calm down and be careful Jill: Melania's our guest and under my personal responsibility, and therefore yours too.She's right , there's no point in leaving this soon, and don't make and don't force her to make anything even remotedly dangerous right? Am I clear enough?"
Jill smiles and moves towards me, then says to his father there won't be nor risks no problems, he knows how to deal with everything. It seems this all is enough for his father: he must have a big faith in him, to accept only these words as guarantee for my health. But I could believe as well everything when seeing that smile. I could believe Oasis are all teetotal as I am, and bound to make their gig as classy and refined as a Prime Show at Scala Theather in Milan. Jill puts his portatile phone into his bum bag and blinkin his eye to me as I exit -ready- from the bathroom he grabs my hand and we step fastly outside. My heart's beating. Must be the cold air down the street.