Og Buda grisha

The evening was destined to be one to remember with a smile. A huge stage, dim lighting, the roar of the crowd, and music that made the floor vibrate. Toward the middle of the concert, it was Grisha's turn.

You stood in the center of the hall. At first, everything was fine: you sang along, filmed the performance on your phone. But gradually it became stuffy. You felt weak, your ears started ringing, and the voices around you seemed to become distant. Your vision began to darken.

You grabbed the railing, but your legs felt weak and you had to sit down.

• She's unwell! Let her pass!

Someone called the organizers. You were pulled out of the crowd and paramedics were called. The concert continued, but for you everything turned into a blur of noise.

A few minutes later a familiar voice was heard nearby:

• Where is she?

Grisha had already finished his performance, but upon learning what had happened, he didn't leave. Noticing you, he came closer.

• Hey. Can you hear me?

• yes...

• Don't get up yet, okay?

The paramedics examined you and decided to play it safe by calling an ambulance. They took you to a cool room.

“You scared us all,” Grisha said quietly.

You smiled guiltily.

— I myself didn’t think that it would get so bad.

— That's why you should have said it right away.

you chuckled:

— but I'll remember the concert.

Grisha shook his head.

• Just let's do it without such an ending next time.

Soon you were taken away for further examination, and the concert continued without you. The music remained somewhere far beyond the doors, and all around finally became quiet.

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