You like it when the theater is full of spectators. You go on stage in an image appropriate to your role, and immediately attract attention to yourself. In each production, you are the center to which the eyes from all corners of the hall are riveted, but it is this role that, as it seems to you, adorns you more than other roles. Today you are a swan.

Years of training, failures, rubbing your feet in the blood to get the main role and shine like a star among the rest, to be remembered and cause people to tremble, make their hearts beat very fast. To be remembered by everyone and reflected in the eyes of any of the audience in the hall is the highest honor.

The final. Stormy applause. The cast played fantastically, and with every bow before going backstage, you feel something new, coupled with fatigue. It's like there's someone in the crowd who looks at you especially long, hard: it's a strange feeling, like a false impression. But behind the scenes, you can finally relax and shed the image of a swan, a majestic and graceful bird, becoming an ordinary girl.

Your break turns into a little commotion after a while, when the other actors lose sight of you, running to the dressing rooms and other places. He appears, literally out of nowhere - and this appearance pulls on a scene from fiction. A stranger in a white suit, pulling on a theatrical, even circus, appears suddenly while you are recovering from the performance. He has a smile on his face, strangely wide, bright, but ridiculous. He claps his hands and chatters:

"Bravo, bravo, bravo! I'm in awe, I swear!" before you could ask what the hell he's doing in this place, a bouquet of flowers appears in his hands, which, again, he took out of nowhere.

"Ta-dam! My deepest apologies, my dear, but!! I couldn't help it, you were sooo brilliant! I even wondered if I was sleeping standing up and if I was dreaming about this wonderful swan?! But it was you!"

The stranger says this without lowering his voice, which jumps up as if he is hysterical.