Alla mina bästa år♥A fairytale life|14 years later

 Eskilstuna, May 1961.


The breeze beat her face, messing up her hair; and she loved it.

Anni-Frid ran over the meadow to her house, where her grandmother waited for her, angry.

-Where in heaven were you, Anni-Frid Lyngstad?

-I was in the city!- she answered, smiling- I’ve been chatting to Sara about the band. We’ve got lots of plans that I will tell you later, OK? I’m so happy, mamma! I love you!

She kissed Agny’s cheek, and jumped into the house.

Her grandmother sighed, and smiled. She couldn’t help, she was deeply in love with her granddaughter. They only thing she didn’t like, is that she looked at lot like her father, that bloody man that had ruined her daughter’s live. But, luckily, she had her mother’s smile, that smile that made everything around her shine.

Agny went into the house.

-Was everything OK at school?-she said, with a deep Norwegian accent.

-Well, yes. I got the Maths’ exam mark.

-And...?

-Five point two over ten. But I promise I’ll improve my Maths!

-You always say the same, Anni-Frid.-said Agny, looking at her seriously.-You really have to improve. I want you to go to the University, and for that you must have great marks. You know this, don’t you?

-Yes, mamma…-she answered, going up to her bedroom.

She sat, and put on some music.

She started thinking about what she was going to do. She hadn’t told her grandmother, but she wanted to leave school. A famous Swedish producer had offered them making a tour around the south part of Sweden, and they should, they had to say yes. Her dream had always been becoming a singer, and finally she saw her chance. But Agny… She had always told her that she will have to go to University if she wanted to have a good future, but Anni-Frid (or Frida, as her friends had started calling her) didn’t agree. She could sing very well, and her grandmother knew it, but the problem was that Frida didn’t sing for entertainment.

She lived for and because music, and her grandmother should know it. But the problem was, she didn’t find the moment to tell her…

She relaxed, and started singing that old jazz song.

She made her choice: she would talk to her grandmother that night.


Daliá♥