Don't forget me (Martinus Gunnarsen)

Chapter 1

I'm here. Walking in the streets of Norway. I can't believe it.

We're going to a Norwegian museum right now. We don't know nothing here so, we're going with a touristic guide, and translator too, bacause we only speak english.

I'm thinking that what happened was really weird, but that weird thing, take me to Norway.

I'm always kidding. So because I wanted to try I bought a lottery ticket.

Some days after someone called my mom, saying that "Liza Cooper won the lottery".

And yeah, I'm Liza Cooper.

Everyone was so upset. And we almost never travel. So, I made a deal with my father.

With all the money of the lottery I'll pay a trip to Norway and he just have to pay extra things.

He accept.

Now, I'm on Norway. And I will go to the concert of Marcus & Martinus.

I was earning and earning for that, and now that I have more money I can pay the trip and the concert. And I'll see them.

I can't be more happy.

I have heard that Norway is a very beautiful place. And with the few things I have seen, I think it's beautiful.

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The day was awesome. We visited many places.

Now is time to prepare. Tomorrow is the concert.

I don't know what would be my reaction. Seeing them has been my dream since many time ago.

I'm so exited.

But now we'll go to dinner something, it was a beautiful day but too it was tired.

We go out of the hotel and we enter into a restaurant next to the hotel.

With dificulty we ask for some food.

The place is beautiful. It's like so vintage and comfortable.

I'll take a picture.

Oh, I forget my camera at the hotel.

I love photography. Is like my way to express. I'm not the best but I really love it.

So I go out of the restaurant and I go to bring my camera.

I go to my room, and I take the camera. I go out with the camera in my hands and a guy stumbled over me, my camera and my handbag fell to the floor making all the things fall out of place.

I can't see his face because he have sun glasses, a scarf that covers his mouth and a beanie, I just can see his nose and a little bit of his blond hair, but he dresses really good, I can't see him but I can say it's handsome.

-Jet beklager

-What? - I say. That's not English, so I don't understand what he said.

-Do you talk english?

I nod.

-What I said was sorry, I was distracted, I don't saw you sorry - he tells me with a beautiful voice.

-Don't worry accidents happen. It was my fault, I'm always very clumsy.

-It wasn't your fault, it was all my fault. Can I do something for you?

I didn't do visual contact.

I am shy since always, I don't have many friends and well, I'm bad at talking to people.