Back in February, I`ve seen the rather mediocre movie, International in a cinema and before it, the Liverpool Station flashmob ad was shown to us. I liked it on youtube, but on the silver screen, it was really good, I loved it.
Therefore, when a friend of mine told me about the yesterday`s flashmob, I got curious and decided to take a look at it. They said that it would last from 6pm till 7pm, I had something else to do from 7pm, so it sounded as a perfect way to kill some time.
I got there a wee bit after 6 and it had already started. This time, the theme wasn`t dancing but singing, it was called “Singalong“. The center of Trafalgar Square was cordoned off so they could control the crowd. I wanted to get a bit closer and got lucky as the cordon opened only for a little while but I managed to get in.
I got there a wee bit after 6 and it had already started. This time the theme wasn`t dancing but singing, it was called “Singalong“. The center of Trafalgar Square was cordoned off so they could control the crowd. People were having fun and everybody was taking pictures like they were paid to do so.
It was quite impressive as 5000 people sang Hey Jude in the late afternoon sunshine.
10-12 camera crew was wandering around and was filming up close the singing faces who didn`t seem to mind at all, moreover, everybody was cheering and waving, hoping that they might get some time on the screen.
I was taking a couple pictures here, when my nose started to bleed. I couldn`t do much, so I stuffed a piece of tissue into my nose, to block the blood. I worked, but I looked silly like hell. I headed a bit back and spotted this singing family and the cameracrew in front of them. Seconds later, they were singing live on the big screen, so they doubled their effort and sang with even more enthusiasm.
After taking the picture above, I had to check it, so I started to fiddle with my camera. Suddenly, I realized that people near me are cheering and shouting and nudging me. I looked up and I saw this camera, right up in my face. Quite a surprise, believe me. I shot back with my camera, then tried to hide. However, a hostess approached me, saying that I looked sooooo funny and soooo adorable with that tissue in my nose and I definately must sing and let the camera show it. And she also mentioned some money as well. I couldn`t resist, in the back of my mind I saw naked girls, expensive cars and insanely posh hotels and all the paraphernalia of fame. I sang (no idea what the song was) and I was on the big screen for I don`t know how long. 
Finally, the camera shifted off me and another hostess approached me with a release form. It was sobering: it wasn`t about endless parties, fast supercars, ridiculously expensive suits and other paraphernalia of fame, just a standard legal text, stating that in case my part makes to the final cut, I`m entitled to get 500 quid. Not that bad, though. 
I stayed a bit longer and I realized what it could be like to be a superstar. With that exotic piece of tissue in my nose, lots of people recognized me from the screen, the shy ones were just pointing fingers towards me, the brave ones asked to pose for a picture with them and I did that happily. I might need to get used to it – should my part make it to the final cut. You never know.
