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Today, the sun is especially bright. I catch the heat spreading over my body. Imagination is playing. I can imagine what He really will be. Careful preparation: the best dress, styling, makeup. Arrive in advance. Excited, confused in thoughts.

We met in the lobby with Tanya. We take seats in the concert hall. This is my first time at a concert. Empty but ready to go scene. Smoke from the spotlights descends above. Everyone is waiting. Applause is heard. What does He feel there behind the scene? The light goes out. Tension. Holding my breath, waiting.

The show begins. Hundreds of pairs of eyes are fixed at one point. In the light of bright white lights He appears. I'm sitting far away. But I can consider everything without difficulty: facial features, movements, costume. I look around in confusion. This is not a dream, all in reality. Favorite hits, kaleidoscope of images, sensual voice. Wild energy, like a rampant mustang. I dissolve in Him.

Euphoria. I can’t sit still. Going down to the scene. Nobody is stopping me. I'm near the stage, on an improvised balcony. How does he succeed? Dance and sing at the same time. My Idol comes to the edge of the stage, looks intriguingly and jumping down. The distraught worshipers rushed to Him. He is opposite me. But still do not reach out! We are treacherously separated by the cold bar of the balcony. A painfully familiar profile, light seductive bristles, ruffled bangs, sweat droplets flow down a strained neck. This is He, my Idol! I believe now. He leaves me no chance. My heart forever belongs to Him alone.

Two hours passed in one breath. How little it was! Leaving the concert hall I understood that I became a hostage of love to Him.