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Fall 2018.

Time passed. I seriously thought about changing my job. I wanted to develop, and the Chief was not particularly pleased. Anxiety, stresses. Autumn is in it’s power.

What could cheer up? Only one piece of news: November 6, 2018. He gives a concert in my city again. Oh God One year later! This time I did not ask anyone and persuade to go to the concert with me. The hall was free. But I was afraid to take the ticket to the front row. It seemed indecently close to Him I think. Two years ago, I could not even dream that I would see my Artist. But once a year I come to His concerts now.

I know my Idol a little more than before now. He is sincere, vulnerable and honest with himself and with the audience. He has become an example for me in many ways.

Cold November burst rapidly. I'm waiting. There is a week left before the concert. I'm already having a fever. X hour has come. I fluttered a butterfly around the office and lustily waited for the evening. The girls looked at me enviously. But it was their choice. Waiting for the evening barely, I fly from the office and rush to meet my beloved.