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If not you
If not you

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The story of how Cinderella fell in love with a famous musician

Star with glasses
Star with glasses

You will not like my story, because in it Cinderella turns into Cinderella again, and the handsome prince is left alone with his angelic appearance, talent from God, a magnificent kingdom and a train of maids of honor. But do not be upset, because once I also believed in a fairy tale …

I heard his songs on the radio, saw the image on TV, girls in one-coat scattered posters with his cute little face from store shelves. They crowded around the dressing room, waiting for the idol to autograph them. His entrance was covered with words of love, and the phone number had to be changed several times, since the fans in the most miraculous way recognized the cherished numbers and, tirelessly spinning the dial of the telephone set, overcame them with their calls. He was famous … (Why was he? His music still thunders from everywhere. It's just that the story I'm telling you about is the past for me, which has no place in the present.)

I am a young, but already established journalist, the hope of the editor, his favorite. Trust me"

The door is opened by a freshly shaved and pleasantly smelling man in shorts and a T-shirt, completely homely and only vaguely reminiscent of that image on the screen.

- I object, taking off his high-heeled shoes along the way and equalizing in height with the musician.

I settled down comfortably in an easy chair. While He was making a fragrant drink for me, the conversation somehow started by itself. I also began to call him "you". And at some point I felt: we are good together! She turned on the recorder. Turned it off. Now the "duty" cassette has ended, and the spare one. The telephone cord is pulled out, the mobile phone is forgotten, and we are all chatting. He makes coffee again. I clearly do not want to disperse. He takes a guitar and sings his songs.

Then a long parting:

A kiss on the cheek burned me. I am falling in love. Into his music. In his coffee. On his lips …

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I deliberately stay late at the editorial office: I am writing an article, looking through photographs, ANY CONCERT! I’m not crazy to believe that he has any plans for me. He just flirted so that I could write well about Him. Well, I'll write! And with this interview I will put an end to our relationship. Let others go crazy with love for him! I am a reasonable woman and I do not believe in stories with a happy ending, where Creep turns into a princess.

The next day passed in a daze. I remember that I wrote something, went somewhere, talked with someone. Then the whole evening at the computer, typing.

Tired. She turned on the radio louder, leaned back in her chair: I’ll rest for five minutes and again to work.

Something hurts my heart! Heck! A radio receiver flies from the table with a roar: who allowed them to play His songs when I want to forget everything ?! I lift the squelching box: Thank God, it didn’t crash! I turn it on louder: he has beautiful songs … about love … the interview needs to be read …

It's already 10 pm! I leaf through my notebook: His concert started at 9. It's an hour for me to get there … I won't have time … FOOD!

It was decided: I will definitely go to the club where he performed today, have coffee, no, tea …

I do not even have time to be surprised, His lips are persistently looking for my lips, the whole face is already covered with kisses!

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I moved in with my favorite artist. He still made coffee for me. He sang songs. I lived with a wonderful prince in His castle. But something dark and bad was always there.

Amazing creatures are people, they have been trying all their lives to grab the bird of happiness by the tail, and as soon as they succeed, the inhabitants of the planet do not give themselves up to a completely happy moment, they are waiting for trouble. I would scratch the face of the person who thought that behind the light stripe there is always a dark one. After all, thinking about the bad, we deliberately attract dark forces to ourselves. I also asked every day: "After all, it can't always be good? You have to wait for some nasty thing from life. I have to prepare for the worst" … That's what I did!

We couldn't get enough of each other. I took a leave of absence from the editorial office to be with him everywhere. Endless concerts. Moving. A series of famous personalities. Hangouts. Presentations. My indispensable sweater and jeans are forgotten, replaced by gorgeous outfits. Has the ugly duckling turned into a swan? Open back. Incredible hairstyles. Blinding smile. The reflection in the mirror screams: "You're a stunning woman!"

A lot of acquaintances from the world of show business have appeared: musicians, directors, producers. I remembered my profession and began to use the position. Meetings, interviews, calls … The editor was happy about my fruitfulness, and my favorite musician rarely brought me coffee to bed. Gradually, we began to move away from each other: he worked nightly, rested during the day, but I more and more often refused to go to the concert with him, because then all day I flew down the drain, because I wanted to sleep and did not think at all about work.

Then scenes of jealousy:

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Now they deliberately stopped taking me to all sorts of parties. If earlier the attention that eminent men showed me flattered my beloved, now it throws Him out of balance. He gets angry when I talk to someone on the phone.

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For me, such words were a blow. I realized that He was not happy with my successes: the better I do something, the harder He endures my victories. I had to become a gray mouse, completely dissolve in it. Be a submissive slave to your master. Remember your place.

He went on another tour, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I have to make a choice! And then, as luck would have it, one fine morning the phone rings: the young director offers to play one of the main roles in his film. I go to audition knowing that I will fail. Just so that later in old age you do not reproach yourself for unused opportunities. And I'm going through the selection! They approve me for the role, rehearsals begin, long costume fittings, night cramming of text …

The beloved is coming. I share my joy, in response it flies:

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I packed my things and left. I played my first role in a movie, because the contract was already signed and there was no going back. I almost got drunk (in the environment in which I happened to be, it was a normal phenomenon: many drank, used drugs …) I deliberately stopped watching TV and listening to the radio, did not attend social events. Only once did I allow myself to go out into society, when there was a presentation of a film with my participation.

He! Because of the huge bouquet of yellow roses that I loved so much, I did not immediately notice Him. Then everything shrank and listened to the musician's pleas for a return, for starting everything from scratch, words of love. But how can you forgive someone who once called you a whore?

I cannot be the shadow of a star, though one of the brightest. It is better to try to make your way to the sky yourself than to spend your whole existence on earth.

I returned to journalism, forgetting about cinema. Sometimes I saw my old acquaintances from the world of show business and was no longer surprised at the similarity of their fate: constantly being among a huge number of people, they were lonely, girlfriends changed one after another, but none lingered next to the celebrity for a long time.

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More recently, I received a parcel in the mail. Unfolding, I found a new album of my musician, on which the inscription was made by His hand: "If not for you …" ???

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