He sat at home, staring at a piece of paper with a number on it. It was the phone number of his beautiful lady, the love of his life... Who didn't even know he existed. Maybe she heard one of his songs on the radio once? And he wonders if she liked it... Although it was true that he stalked her quite obsessively, he didn't like to think of himself that way, because he was a mentally unstable, lovesick man. Finally he took the courage, he wanted to hear her beautiful voice.

He sat down in a chair and dialed the number written on a piece of paper on the dial of a black as pitch stationary telephone... His heart accelerated when he heard the dial tone and he became very nervous. He completely melted when he heard someone on the other end of the phone answering.