Double Trouble

Chapter 42

Neliana

Did I mention that I hate people?

No? Because just now I'm more than aware of it.

People. Everywhere. Behind me, in front of me, next to me.

Gosh and why has my family to consist of 37 persons. Beyond that, 34 of them being men. Even they would be enough for me, but no: We have to go out for dinner in one of the most popular restaurants in freaking Italy!!!

I hate my life. Officially.

But, of course, to the outside world, I look probably like the head of the military with my sunglasses on and a dominated stature. How funny if you think about the fact, that I - really - have something like an army to lead.

Funny like always, Mercy.

Back to the topic. We parked on a private parking spot, a bit offside the official one, and somehow, Nic and I are standing now in the middle of everybody. I feel like the drive wheel of a centrifuge and the men are the test tubes. Awwwwwkward. Nic has to think the same and whispers in my ear. "Are they going to move some time?"

"Maybe they got shoot by an alien coming from icetopia." - Nic raises his eyebrow at me like I'm crazy, I mean, it's possible. "What? Possible."

"Icetopia?!"

"One of the unexplored planet yet." His face changed and a 'Are you serious' look is noticeable. I set on for a further explanation but he interrupts me. Rude.

"Look-"

"Okay, stop. I-I really don't need to hear it." - I roll my eyes at him. He's so boring. Luckily Alessandro breaks the 'Hey why don't we just stand at our cars in the night for an eternity?' situation, as he walks towards the entry with us following like lost puppies.

We walk in silence, me next to Nic and direct behind the 'eldest group', and I have time to let my gaze roam around the landscape. I must say, Italy is indeed beautiful. The ancient building with flowers on the windows, everywhere little shops and the warm tone of the whole city, make me nearly happy. Nearly. I will just ignore the fact of all the staring people, like Nic. We are used to it.

Dankworth and MAcQuoid are walking two meters next to me and stop, now and then people who are staring at us too intense. Normally Nic and I like to stop and spend some time with our fans - especially if they are little kids. How their eyes begin to shine and their big smiles which reach to their eyes, is something, I cannot get used to. Even after already a few years of prominence. It's even harder now, to just ignore them and give them an autograph.

Of course, it isn't enough. From the corner of my right eye, I can see camera flashlight, as well as from my left one. The fact that the ultimate ulver are in Italy will spread fast and with it the chance of getting exposed.

I'm definitely not ready. Not yet. And probably not in my next life.

I have to talk to Trac for organizing a 'meet and greet' here.

By the way, it is worrying that the second biggest mafia doesn't notice the flashlight? I mean, as 'normal' people, I understand. But they have to be trilled on noticing cameras or it could be also a flashlight from a rifle, meaning a high danger. Never mind. Not my problem if they get killed. It would solve many problems, additionally.