By early evening, we went out, relaxed, at the end of the Plains. We walked a little, perhaps 5 or 10 minutes to reach a promontory sparsely populated, which is overhung by a few feet of the "Plains" as such - the "Area A" as she was called on to explain the plans Logistics to manage the crowd - and it crashed very comfortable to stand Stills, impatiently tolerate Pascale Picard, Paul McCartney and finally cheer. Delirium. People who were cooling their heels in front of the gates of the Area A since the day before were released in waves, we were in front row to hear them scream and watch them run and undignified scramble any attempt to reach the best seat or foot stage. Imagine a continuous stream of hundreds of people running for 5 minutes, then break for 3-4 minutes, and another human wave, break even break even break ... Hallucinating. We were glad to be sitting comfortably on our buttocks, we, because in the bottom, it was said, would be the average of four persons per square meter ...
The evening was warm, the clouds slowly emerged that swept the sky projectors. An intense white light lit: McCartney arrives, we yelled. Cheers. False alarm. Take two, yelling. Re-false alarm. Third test: the delirium, McCartney on stage. "Hello whole gang!" (The newspapers have made their bread and butter of that famous phrase of greeting). The crowd goes wild, I get chills down to the toes.
Accuracy: I do not know the solo repertoire of McCartney. I am a Beatles fan, period. So I pointed at the Plains in the hope of hearing, perhaps, Hey Jude, Let It Be, Michelle, Yesterday ... "It's supposed to do 1 / 3 Beatles" I warned my boyfriend. I am therefore delighted when my car Drive begins, telling me that I enjoy everything we provide the directory of the Fab Four, but but but! It never stops! Michelle, Eleanor Rigby, Good Day Sunshine Penny Lane, Birthday, Give peace a chance, Let it Be, Hey Jude, Lady Madonna, Yesterday, Back in the USSR, Jojo ..... Happiness, I tell you. Wrapped in a blanket, lying in the Big Dipper, the stars and I had tears in her eyes.
And what about the time when the "peak" Live and Let Die, a ball of fireworks exploded in the sky! What about the roar of the crowd, completely mesmerized, delighted, ecstatic! And the huge cry from the heart of that crowd, singing with one voice the tribute to John Lennon's Give Peace a Chance! And the same voice, repeating the endless chant of "Hey Jude", to lose the vote, losing the head, heart ready to explode!
And what about the star of the evening, Paul McCartney to sixty years sounded well and contagious energy, magnetic charisma! This incredible stage animal we have kept in suspense for more than two hours, allowing the stroke of midnight to ring before we say "Come on, all in bed!".
"A historic moment," gargle senior leaders responsible for the arrival of McCartney on Quebec soil. Historic yes, but above all, magic, really. While Quebec has a head full of happiness today, and it is beautiful, what a beautiful gift for that "great lady of 400 years! Happy Birthday.
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