Possessed hearts - стр. 37
– What a crowd today! – Martin remarked.
– It's like meeting the Pope! – I agreed.
How I loved to make fun of him!
But Martin didn't pay any attention to me, but worked his shoulders hard, forcing his way to the stage, saying: "Pardon me", "Sorry mate", "Sorry baby" and "Make way for the biggest fans!".
– You're a pro! – I complimented my brother.
Now we were standing by the stage itself.
The stage was small, but I thought it was pretty spacious if you kept the ballet off it. A microphone stand, electric guitar, bass, drum kit, synthesiser. The only thing missing was the people for whom all this noisy crowd of people had come.
– That's nothing! Here's what I can do! – Martin stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly and shrilly. I laughed. Oh, my brother! What talents he was hiding from me!
– Clap as loud as you can and shout like a madwoman! – he told me. – It pleases the performers!
– Shout what? – I asked obediently.
– Whatever you want!
– Give the money back? – I joked, starting to clap my hands loudly and often.
– If you shout that, I'll shut your mouth and push you out the door myself! – Martin replied with a happy smile, clapping like a madman.
The crowd seemed to be infected with his energy, and in a minute the noise in the hall was such that I thought my head would burst.
– Whoo-hoo! – I also shouted and laughed.
Wow: I'm in Gdansk. At a rock concert! With Martin!
It was probably the best idea of my life to come here! To try something I've never done before. I've never been to a concert and screamed my head off. But tonight I loved being like this – a fan. I liked the atmosphere, the energy of the crowd, I liked being free of my habits.
– Here they come! – There was a loud, hysterical female scream, and the noise got even higher.
Four men and one woman came on the stage. The men were dressed in dark t-shirts and jeans, looking nothing at all like classic rockers. The woman, as I guessed – the frontwoman, had an interestingly attractive appearance: expressive facial features, long straight black hair. Blue eye shadow and dark maroon lipstick. She was wearing jeans and a black sweatshirt. That was it.
"And they're the ones Martin is so crazy about?" – I thought mockingly, but continued to clap like a monkey.
– Good evening!" said the frontwoman, approaching the microphone, and the crowd of fans immediately responded with a new wave of noise and applause. – We haven't performed together for a long time, but tonight is the first of our three concerts in our native Poland. And it all started when we met by chance at one of the rock festivals and decided to please our fans…
– Thank God! – There was a loud male shout, which made both the crowd and the musicians laugh.
– And tonight we hope you'll have a great night with us! Feel free to sing along! – said the frontwoman with a laugh. – Let's get started!
The crowd squealed with joy.
– Shit, I like it already! – I said to Martin.
– It's just the beginning, sis! – he said to me.
The noise was so loud that the frontwoman had to raise her hand to silence the fans. And when there was relative silence, she sang.
Yes, it was a momentary thought.
But it was a lie
I saw it, just me.
Then you were gone
And I'm left with this moment