they filed in without saying a word, the quartet's faces registering nothing. not that you'd have been able to see any expression. shades covered most of their mugs.
attended by three generations of press people: the established, the contemporary, and the fan generations. from wrinkles to crinkles, italianni's at bonifacio high street was so jampacked, you could feel other people's cellulite. presscons always serve al dente pasta with cream sauce (or rich pomodoro), crispy veggie salad with the most fattening caesar's dressing, battered then deep-fried meat (they do that with fish too, of course) and chocolate inspired dessert - choco-topped/choco-glazed, choco-dipped, choco-based, choco-drizzled, choco everything! so, yes, cellulite!
oh, yes, back to the eHeads! for half-an-hour, they parried with the press. buddy was tasked the serious questions. raimund the wacky ones. ely and marcus took turns uttering a word each between them and pretty soon they made a coherent sentence strung together. as a group, they barely made eye contact, like strangers waiting for a ride at the bus stop - a perfectly normal rock band!
apparently, the future's so bright (still), they had to wear shades!
final set. 07 march at the mall of asia. waiting is a bitch! czek already bought tickets!
