1973, New York, midnight.

David Bowie came to your city with a grand concert. A huge crowd gathered in the stadium and outside too. Everyone dreamed of seeing and hearing the legendary singer. The hour struck. And the God of Rock Music took the stage, starting to perform his greatest hits.

You bought a seat at the front of the stage. And your eyes didn't open for a second from what you saw. It's like you've entered a real Paradise. His voice was magnificent and mesmerizing, covering with magic and calmness to the very heart.

However... your happiness was quickly shattered when you remembered that you were standing on the edge of a skyscraper, wishing you could fall down as soon as possible to get rid of such an ingrained and eating love inside you. Your heart is racing and your hair is blowing in the wind, bringing a veil of tears to your eyes. You wish things were different. You take a step. There are three left. Two. One.

But someone stops you and turns you around to him. You didn't even hear him get behind you.

What are you doing?! Soft, melodic voice pours into your ears like a blowing wind.

The smell of strawberry yogurt fills your lungs. Oh God, David Bowie! You look into his frightened eyes. The moonlight glitters pleasantly on the ends of the fiery hair. The blue shadows shine beautifully. And bright pink lipstick complements the look. As always, your Rock God is incomparable. But not you.

Say, are you crazy? Pale fingers gently cup your face and deep blue eyes look into your soul. Answer me, silly reckless fan.