This is not a biography of a famous person, but a story about how amazing and unpredictable our life is…
We live in a big world of events. This is our life. Someone is ordinary, someone full of adventure. But everyone creates his own world: strives for the best, goes after his dream and brings it to life. And the others are not. Maybe they are afraid?
The average young girl lives in a small Siberian city. Her world rotates on the same axis as most people: home, work, children, husband.
But the husband turned out to be not the person who endlessly loves, appreciates and thanks for beautiful children. He is a tyrant who inspired her with the idea of the worthlessness and aimlessness of existence. She does not dream of anything else, because she learned to live with it.
There is a secret in her heart, her small world. The Idol. The one whose image flickers from the screens of TVs and social networks, and His voice sounds everywhere. He heals her soul and wounded heart. With Him, she gets up and falls asleep, has lunch, goes in for sports, brings up children, walks with a dog. He is always with her.
Will she ever see an Idol in reality? Will look into His sad deep eyes and hear a penetrating voice?
Chapter 1. This is not for me
April 15, 2017. This day will forever remain in my heart. Then the first meeting with Idol took place. I dreamed for a long time, hoped and believed…
February 2016. Morning. Office. I’m browsing the news on the local website, I come across a poster. It can not be! My Angel, my Idol comes on tour to my hometown. I can’t believe my eyes, I read several times. I feel butterflies in the stomach. The concert is only in May. But I already know the ticket prices. The salary of an ordinary manager leaves much to be desired, and the decision to purchase a ticket is postponed until later.
Day after day, peering into the concert hall scheme on the website, I count how many tickets are left, at what price, and can I afford it?
Time flies. It’s already May. A few days before the concert. I pull the time. No money. I catch myself thinking: “Maybe not? I got carried away like a young fan. And I have a husband, children. ” I can’t decide.
On the concert day, I suffer that He is not far away. But remains unapproachable for me. I read reviews about the concert, bite my elbows, worry and look for an excuse. Let the teenage girls go to concerts, squeal and hope that someday they will marry Idol, give birth to a bunch of children and shine next to him. Not. My love is different. Strict, restrained and deep. I bow to him.
