On The Road to the Stars

The bright, blinding light from the searchlights, welcomed a blond-haired man in his thirties onto the stage. He was already used to hearing the cheers of the female fans. But they had become quieter over time, more infrequent and less enthusiastic. Today the man presented his new song to the public, although the faithful listeners always demanded something old, as if they wanted to return their youth with the songs. No one wonders if the artist himself would like to plunge into this maelstrom of memories. The man, whose name was Arseniy Stanislavsky, knew for sure that he would never return to the horror he had experienced. However, the man contradicted himself as the new song he was about to sing spoke much more than he did. It spoke of something he still couldn’t let go of. This man who had broken him apart had come back into his life. “.We are locked the cage of time. I still remember when you were mine. But don’t touch my heart again We will be burned by its flames…” He sang the lines of his song and felt his throat tighten. If it hadn’t been for the phonogram, he wouldn’t have been able to go on. The feelings frozen some fifteen years ago were released again with the appearance of the man, The one he had been agonisingly long to get rid of, cut out with a knife. After the concert, Arseniy was waiting for a press conference. Journalists were concerned about the question: whether he communicates with a former colleague of the band ‘Culmination’. It was then that he and Denis Epifanov became a hysteria for teenagers. After all, every girl dreamed about someone from the participants. Soon it will be the anniversary of the creation of the group. Journalists asked about the fact that they can reunite again. - We have not spoken with Denis about reunion. But I can say, we recently renewed contacts with him and maybe on the anniversary of the show ‘On the road to stars’ we will perform something — smiling, said Arseniy. If only the reporters knew how hard it was for the man to play without being forced to. He could compare his situation to drowning, but instead of screaming and trying to swim out, he should be smiling. The conference was over and he could throw a vase of flowers from the fans against the wall of his dressing room. Then he sat down in a chair by the mirror and held his head in remorse. He didn’t know what to do. He was distracted from his thoughts by a phone call. It was Dasha. His younger sister. She was crying into the phone. What happened? - Arseniy asked tiredly. He heard only one devastating sentence and could not believe his ears: - What? How did he die? A new pain, a new flash of agony seized the man. And in that moment of growing madness, of despair, he remembered everything. He remembered how he had met his first love and how it had been lost.