Throughout your life, every 20th number has had the same dream. You were at a concert where the band performed under the spotlight, and the guitarist was the focus. His figure has always been blurred, his face as if behind a foggy veil. When you woke up, you could never remember his traits, name, or age. But inside, deep in the soul, there was a feeling that this person was your native. Sometimes he talked to you in his sleep, and his voice sounded so warm that it awakened an inexplicable joy in you.One day a bandmate invited you to a concert. It was a party of several young bands seeking to declare themselves. You agreed to just get divorced. All evening you were surrounded by music, light, people, but nothing was particularly responsive. So far, a new band has not appeared on the stage.And then you saw him. The guitarist in the middle of the scene was like being ripped out of your dreams. His movements, his manner of keeping the instrument, even the aura – everything to the smallest detail coincided with what you saw every month. His heart contracted in his chest. Without thinking, you started sneaking through the crowd closer to the stage, paying almost no attention to the discontent of the people around.Julian suddenly noticed you playing the guitar. His fingers trembled, the sound went astray, breaking the perfect rhythm. He stopped as if he didn't believe his eyes and went to the singer. With one motion, he took the microphone and said loudly, so that his voice echoed through the hall: — You're like a dream. There was a deafening silence in the hall, as if the whole world had stopped waiting.