Mandy Novaes

- It's not a dream... Bon Jovi will play in Noriah North. I started jumping on the couch madly.

The two looked at the television.

It advertised a Bon Jovi concert in Noriah North that would take place in seven months. It said that people should hurry, as tickets could sell out soon.

The two hugged me, pulling me off the couch:

- Bon Jovi comes and we don't have a sofa? No way. - Salma complained, while fixing the fabric that was wrinkled.

- Ben, give me your number, now.

Yes, I memorized the number. I called immediately and asked for prices. I turned it off, disappointed, sitting down on the couch again.

- What there was? It was not true? Did we have a vision, all at the same time? Bon Jovi died of old age? - Ben provoked me.

- No... It wasn't a collective dream. But anyway, I'm not even going to get excited.

- What the fuck happened? – Salma asked.

- The ticket in the back, where you can only see it from the big screen, because it will be so far away that even an ant would be bigger,