Belting out Dancing Queen to a packed gig in my white knee-high boots and kimono, I tried to concentrate on the roaring crowd. ‘Don’t look at her,’ I told myself.
But as we hit the chorus again, I couldn’t resist. ‘Having the time of your life,’ I sang, sneaking a glance at Agnetha, dancing with her boyfriend by the stage. Meeting my gaze, she patted a hand against her heart and gave me a thumbs up. It was such a thrill. I’d won the approval of the real Agnetha Fältskog.
It was 2011, and my ABBA tribute band Björn Again was doing a gig in Stockholm, Sweden. When I’d found out
