Yes, I know. This cover picture should have been me and Rihanna striking a pose (no offense lovely Charlotte).
Here I was, in the middle of a transformed River Island store, slightly nervous, after 2 hours of waiting stuck in between 250 screaming fans and crying boys (uhuh). Edgy models dressed in the G4LIFE collection were sipping vodka tonics, smoothly moving to the fine tunes of DJ Reflex (fun fact: all songs of my previous Lalalala were played) and Miss RiRi was about to arrive.
Having crossed a sea for this particular night I had given myself the mission impossible to actually meet RiRi in person. Ambitious? Yes. Naive? Definitely. I had immediately secured myself of a success-guaranteed position, until the G made her entrance... Move, push.. Push. Pushed. I found my nose pushed up against the slightly-overweight belly of her bodyguard, excusing myself for this awkward situation.
But as I regained my position and looked around, I saw reality. Dreams were coming true around me, people were having a night to remember and Rihanna wasn't even in reach. So did I really need a picture? Wasn't the spectacle of it all already a better story and a much better memory? Just 5 meters away RiRi was celebrating her success and though we didn't meet, I do believe I was part of her life for just 45 minutes... Yes, I got the Rihanna fever.