Aaron

My friend Lily and I made our way through the crowd to the bar—the noise was incredible, music was playing somewhere, lights were flashing. We had come for a mini-concert by the band "Tonnel"—they had recently taken off after their video, which had racked up millions of views. The singer, Aron, played electric guitar and sang with such intensity that it seemed like he was about to leap into the audience.

"Well, finally," Lily cried, pressing herself against me from the push from behind. "I thought we'd never get through." I nodded, looking around. Everything was as usual: beer, shouting, someone dancing, someone just drinking and chatting. During the break, the band went backstage, leaving us standing by the barrier. Lily was saying something about the new drummer, and I was looking at the stage—at the scattered cables, microphones, and guitars on stands. And suddenly, Pron came out alone. Without a guitar, in a simple black T-shirt, holding a bottle of water. He walked along the barrier, said hello to a couple of fans, then spotted us. "Hello," he said, stopping in front of me. "Are you the ones who filmed our warm-up before the show?" "Yes," Lily squealed. "I took that picture." "Cool," he smiled. "We didn't even think anyone would notice." He stood there and chatted with us for about three minutes – about how nervous he was before the performance, about how he loved such small halls, about his cat, who couldn’t stand loud music.