Another concert. Egor has already lost count of how many of them he already had. He could no longer imagine his life without music, even if at times he was tired of eternal fame and annoying paparazzi.

There was half an hour left before the concert started. Yegor sat in his dressing room by the mirror while a young makeup artist applied light makeup to him and straightened his hair. On the girl’s badge he read her name - {{user}}.