Forever Yours (eBook)

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Samu Haber (Autor)

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2020 | 1. Auflage
352 Seiten
Riva Verlag
9783745313819 (ISBN)

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Burning ambition, brutal setbacks, meteoric rises, and unbelievable coincidences. Teetering on the edge of the abyss, risking everything, and reaching multi-national stardom. Not to mention life choices that could have sent the whole story in an entirely different direction. The life of Samu Haber - front man of Finnish rock band Sunrise Avenue ('Hollywood Hills', 'Fairytale Gone Bad') and celebrity judge on The Voice of Germany - has been one stupendous roller-coaster ride. His passion for music has been the constant that kept him sane throughout. Written in a brisk, engaging - and characteristically charming - style, this exclusive autobiography is Samu's true story: from shady encounters, narrow escapes, and a barrage of record-company rejections to muscling his own way into pan-European music stardom. With vivid recall and total candour, Samu charts his determined path to success - but also the price he and loved ones paid along the way: burnout, broken relationships, artistic crises, and one close call after another. At turns tender, hilarious, and incredible, this thrilling full-disclosure read is a must for all Sunrise Avenue fans and for anyone that dreams of something other than the ordinary.

Samu Haber was born in Helsinki in 1976. His band Sunrise Avenue was a sensation of the 2000s, with international hits including 'Hollywood Hills', 'Fairytale Gone Bad', 'I Help You Hate Me', and 'Lifesaver'. The band sold over three million records, toured across 31 countries, and won 82 Platinum and Gold awards. Haber is a five-time judge on The Voice of Germany.

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PROLOGUE

My hands won’t stop shaking. I dial the number and lean my forehead against the metal edge of the payphone. I close my eyes and hold the receiver tightly to my ear, hearing the heaviness of my breath. The line activates. All noise fades into an invisible abyss. I feel dizzy. My heart pounds against my chest. It’s looking for the same thing as I am: a way out.

Only now, as I’m waiting for the call to connect, do I realize how out of it I still am from last night. I’m not sure where we were or what we did, but I do remember that I had visitors. I didn’t know them, but I understood who they were and why they were there. On a narrow side street, my back against the wall, they’d given me a message that couldn’t be clearer.

Talk, and you’re dead.

The images come flashing back and the panic hits again. I’m sweating. I’m shaking. I’ve never been so terrified, but I also know that I still haven’t fully grasped how serious the situation really is. Everyone is out to get me. The good guys and the bad.

The call connects. I straighten my posture and clear my throat. I hear a familiar voice. Just as I’m about to get emotional, I realize I’ve only reached the voicemail.

‘Hey, it’s Samu. Listen… I’m in really big trouble.’

I briefly explain what’s happened, sputter some incoherent apologies and hang up. The machine clunks a couple of times as the metal throat of the payphone swallows the last of my money. I’ve been low on funds before, but now, for the first time, I’m completely broke. I’ve also been disoriented many times before, but now, standing in an airport terminal, surrounded by the morning crowds of passengers, I’m completely at a loss. I have no clue whether to turn left or right. The only thing that’s for certain is that I overslept and missed my original flight. That means I’m not going to arrive in Finland by the agreed time. Which means there’s a warrant out for my arrest.

Juhis was picked up in broad daylight. Dozens of police. Undercover. Weeks of surveillance beforehand. An Interpol operation. Tomi got caught in Portugal the same way.

No messing around – we really were wanted guys.

Juhis was still in Valdemoro prison, waiting for his transfer to Finland. As for Tomi, I wasn’t even sure which country’s authorities had taken him into custody.

My eyes well up, but I choke back the tears. I can’t break down here. Not in the middle of the airport. Somewhere deep down, I grasp the irony of the situation. Samu Haber, patron saint of smart-asses, bullshit artists, and con men – the guy who can get out of any difficult situation by smiling and sweet-talking – is finally facing the truth. No excuses. No exit.

I have 96 kilos of luggage, the sins of a thousand men on my shoulders and exactly one cigarette in my pocket.

I light it up and take a drag. As the smoke fills my lungs, I experience a brief moment of clarity. I see myself, my life, with focus and precision. I watch it all like a movie from a distance.

Close your eyes, Samu. Breathe.

Is this how it all ends? Before it even begins?

I wake with a jolt. My heart races as I feel someone grab my shoulder. Instinctively, I go to defend myself but realize I’m still half asleep.

I open my eyes and see a young woman’s face.

Señor Haber? Are you Señor Haber?

I’m unable to speak.

I have tickets for you, Señor Haber. From Mister Ville Komppa.

I crawl out of my makeshift bed between the terminal seats and thank the woman as politely as I can. She hands me the tickets: Málaga–Madrid–London–Helsinki. A miserable route, but so what. I’m finally on my way home.

I look at the pile of luggage that I’ve been sleeping on. Suitcases, bags, a guitar case. Way over the baggage allowance. But at least I got enough rest to clear my head a little. And the tickets in my hand are like the keys to heaven. I manage to function reasonably well. For a moment I almost manage to be myself. I glance in the direction of the check-in desk and spot an attractive young woman on duty. I know I look like a total wreck compared to my usual, but I also know who and what I am. This isn’t the first time that I’ve solved a problem this way. The young woman smiles shyly as she tags all my luggage, one piece at a time.

I don’t really have permission to do this, but just this once, Mister Samu.

My mood lifts as I think of Finland. Of Helsinki. Why did I ever leave? Back then it seemed like the right move, but what about now? Nothing in my life seems to make sense. It’s just one failure after another.

The others were right. From the get-go. I’m a loser. Which is the reason I left in the first place.

I board the plane and fall asleep immediately. When I wake up in Madrid, the cabin is already empty.

At the gate to my connecting flight, the boarding pass reader beeps three times. The same thing had happened in Málaga, but not for any other passengers. I realize what’s going on. As the plane lifts off the runway, I measure my pulse: 170. More beeps again in London.

Border guards and two policemen are waiting for me at Helsinki-Vantaa airport. As they lead me to a back room, it finally sinks in that my life as I knew it is over. Whatever might come next is going to be different from anything that’s happened up till now. I make myself all sorts of promises, but it becomes clearer than ever that it’s too late.

The other passengers are staring at me. The airport staff are staring at me. Everyone is.

They know it too.

‘Stop! Right here!’

‘But…’

‘Just stop!’ I say sharply. Too sharply. I regret my tone immediately, but I can’t apologize. I just get out of the car, mumble goodbye and pull the cigarettes out of my pocket.

Tuesday. 13 November. 7.28 a.m. Minus four degrees outside. I feel even colder in my body. I suck the cigarette smoke into my lungs and blow it out in a heavy cloud. Through the haze, I see the building where they’re expecting me, just the other side of a yellow-grey field. The landscape is frozen and wintry but not yet white. Somewhere under the frost-ravaged stubble, the Finnish landscape has put compassion on ice. It’s like a scene from a Russian movie.

Just a week ago, I was dancing through the night in a hot Málaga nightclub, 1,000 decibels in my ears, a beautiful woman by my side.

I glance back and see the car drive away. I’m depressed and I know it, but I still have some self-respect: there’s no way I’m going to let the officers of the National Bureau of Investigation see my mum dropping me off.

The walk to the building entrance seems endless. With every step I wonder what would happen if I just turned on my heel and fled Finland.

‘Haber. Here for interrogation.’

The man nods and types something on his keyboard. Soon an officer shows up and calls me by name. He doesn’t introduce himself. He just waves me over and presses the button to call the lift.

We’re waiting. Neither of us says anything. The corridor is empty; there are no other people to be seen, no criminals, no officers.

I hear the hum of the elevator shaft. A muffled clang and the upward arrow illuminates. The doors open. Only after they’ve closed behind us, does the officer make eye contact and acknowledge me. He tilts his head a little and says with a neutral tone:

‘You made the right decision.’

The headquarters of the National Bureau of Investigation are a bizarre place. The building can withstand an attack by a tank, but on the inside it’s like a gallery. The walls, the corridors are full of art. Forgeries and originals. Stolen and found.

The officer leads me to a room where there is no art. A table, three chairs. Nothing else.

The door behind me slams shut, and I understand that the game has begun. I’m so fucking scared that my hands are trembling. I shove them into my pockets and then under my armpits, but every position feels unnatural and like it would only expose my panic. There are no mirrors in the room behind which detectives hide, clutching their coffee cups, but there is a camera on the ceiling.

I know I should assume a posture that is as neutral as possible. Forearms against the table, hands and fingers tightly crossed, my head lowered just enough so that my expressions can’t be read. And then just remain motionless until someone comes in. But I can’t do it. To the police I’m fresh meat ready for grilling.

My self-respect hits rock bottom. I’ll screw this up too. I’m such a clown. And when all this is over, they’re going to kill me.

I told the police from the start that I was willing to cooperate. I wanted to clarify my own mess, however ugly – but I wasn’t going to snitch on my friends. And that was exactly the problem.

I don’t know how long I’m sitting sweating in that chair before the door behind me opens. Two men walk in. They’re both wearing dark suits. One of them introduces himself as Inspector Tom Laine. The other is called Harjunpää.

‘Ok, Haber,’ Laine begins with an almost humane voice.

Harjunpää interjects with a snort. ‘You and your pals are a bunch of...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 14.10.2020
• Verlagsort: München
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Biografien / Erfahrungsberichte
• Schlagworte: Alec Völkel • All Because of You • Annemarie Carpendale • Annemarie eilfeld • Bill Kaulitz • Biografien von Komponisten & Musikern • BMW • Bonnier Media • Choose to Be Me • Damn Silence • Der finne • Diamonds • Die Band • EMI Deutschland • Etel Röhr • Fairytale Gone Bad • Finnland • Forever Yours • Heal Me • Heartbreak century • Hollywood Hills • I Don’t Dance • Iltasanomat • lifesaver • Little Bit Love • Lorena Daum • Mark Forster • mark forster neues lied • Nico Santos • nico santos like i love you • nico santos walk in your shoes • On the way to wonderland • Osmo Ikonen • Out of style • Popgasm • Prisoner In Paradise • Rea Garvey • rea garvey is it love • riku rajamaa • Robbie Williams • Rock am Park • Rock am Ring • Romeo • Sami Osala • Samu Haber • Samu haber autobiografie • samu haber biografie • Samu Haber buch • Samu haber buch biografie • Samu Haber die band • Samu haber drogen • Samu haber forever yours • Samu haber ikuinen vappu • samu haberin • samu haber instagram • Samu haber the voice of germany • sänger buch • Sascha Vollmer • Smith & Thell • Smudo • Somebody Help Me • Sony • spiegel bestseller sachbuch • Stefanie Kloß • Sunrise Avenue • Sunrise avenue abschiedstournee 2021 • sunrise avenue buch • Sunrise avenue neues album • Sunrise avenue sänger • Sunrise avenue thank you for everything • Thank you for everything • The Bosshoss • The Dome • The Voice of Germany • the voice of germany 2020 • The voice of germany coach • The voice of germany finale • the voice samu haber • The whole story • Thore Schölermann • Tokio Hotel • Tom Kaulitz • Trennung sunrise avenue • Unholy ground • Vivianne Raudsepp • Welcome to My Life • Wolfgang Herbst • World Domination Plan • You Can Never Be Ready • Yvonne Catterfeld
• ISBN-13: 9783745313819 / 9783745313819