The band was asked to go onstage once again on the final song of the concert, and when they were away, we decided to catch Savage, Sabrina and Bonnie Tyler to take pictures with the idols of our teenage years. Bonnie Tyler proved to be a breathtaking beauty with amazing energy bursting out; Savage who grew old too soon was very warm and endlessly charming; and we didn�t dare to approach Sabrina since she was strikingly attractive, but seemed to be horribly pissed off. As we found out later, she had problems with the flight, had to drive to the concert straight from the airport and nearly missed her performance.

Having returned to the makeup room, Alphaville kindly offered us to continue our communication in a restaurant located nearby, where we went by taxi with the kindest permission of Ray, the band�s local tour manager. We arrived to American Bar & Grill almost simultaneously. Having waited for about 10 minutes, we got several tables moved together and finally started studying the menu. Marian was extremely nice to offer us to be his guests. The following two hours were filled, besides delicious food, with endless warmth, interesting conversations and jokes. I got carried away by the communication and didn�t drink even half of a beer.

Somewhere in the middle of our fun Marian waved us goodbye and went to bed since he was tired, while we left at about half past one looking forward to our way back home, but the musicians convinced us to drive to their Marriott hotel. They didn�t even have to beg J Six of us � myself, Lena, Sveta, Rudy, Pierson and Wolfie (technician) comfortably sat in the hotel bar and continued the friendly chat.

It was absolutely obvious that the musicians didn�t rush to let us go; Pierson offered to try the drink I never heard of before with intriguing name �zambuka�, which proved to be a colorless liquor of 75% of alcoholic content, and we burnt it before drinking. Lovely thing! It gave us more strength to go on; Pierson became outrageous and invited to dance in his hotel room.

His room was tiny, it wasn�t easy to stay there for six people at the same time. We spread around the huge bed and started waiting for the promised disco. Pierson sat on a chair trying to get the right tracks on his mp3 player connected to the speakers. Sveta criticized absolutely everything he played � mostly music of the 70s. Upset Pierson spent at least an hour choosing the music, while we fooled around on the bed, danced, took pictures, as if children J Only after the receptionist called asking to tone down the fun we realized how tired we were and how inevitable it was for us to leave. Ultimately Pierson caught Sveta whom he seemed to really like, but we pulled her out of his prehensile fingers and left together at about 4 a.m.