Florence and the nerves
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The day was 15 February 2012, a day Iād so looked forward to (and was so very nervous about) as my husband and I were some of the lucky ones invited to attend a radio recording of Florence and the Machine.
The venue: a small bar in a radio stationās office building in Hilversum.
We were told beforehand that photography wouldnāt be allowed, but I took a picture of one of their tour cases through the window before we entered the building, feeling like a rebel because of it.
I became a fan of Florence and the Machine when I heard Dog Days Are Over, the first track of their first album, and the idea of seeing them perform in that bar, with so few people around, was mind boggling to me. And very, very nerve-racking.
We were herded into the bar, we got our drinks, and then she was there at the microphone, Florence, in a flowing dress, her hair bright red and beautiful, only a few metres away from me.
During the interview I realised that she was probably the most nervous of all.
We moved towards the stage, and heard her sing, accompanied by only the harp andā¦ I think a guitar?
It was magical, hearing that voice in that tiny spaceā¦ It rose above it all. And standing there, nailed to the ground, listening to her, I knew I was so very blessed.