I sat behind the stage. We foreigners don't need to read the titles, I guess. I went up the stairs on stage left, but noticed during the first half that the artists entered stage right. Had psychic event. Thought "go back from the john stage right." And there was Cecilia dressed in street clothes--ok, up scale street clothes--surrounded by tall men dressed in black. I think this clump included Scholl. We noted that there was a reception for Orange, a telecom company and sponsor. Irrelevant details. But have you ever heard of a reception at intermission?
I said "hello." She said "hello." She recognized me and took my hand and squeezed it. I said "How ya doin?" or something equally ridiculous. She said "OK," and flashed me her million Dollar smile. Or maybe her million Euro smile.
This was better than anything planned. The concert was really long, so long that I missed the last metro, and I left after.
I am thinking this topic is resolved. Fingers crossed.