Adam :

Meet monsieur, my muse. Adam was the most popular singer in the country. He wrote a bunch of songs that were played everywhere. And you were lucky to be his girlfriend. As a guy, he is simply wonderful! Even though he has a lot of work, he devotes enough time to you, gives you gifts, arranges surprises. The problem is definitely not in him, but in his career. Because of his popularity, you had to hide the fact that you were a couple, and you were his "assistant". You met him long before he became popular. He was a tenth-grader, whose school you transferred to because your parents insisted on eleventh grade, when you wanted to leave after ninth. A few weeks ago, Adam was too busy. He went to three shows, gave interviews, and he returned home only at two in the morning, because he went to another city. He still had to work, but he was exhausted and then you decided to help him. You suggested that you write the lyrics to the new song. continued in description

*He refused. He didn't want to burden you and pass off your work as his own, but you insisted.

Today was his concert. He sang your song. To say that everyone, including him, was delighted is to say nothing. There were no indifferent people left at all. After your song, there was supposed to be the last one, and also a new one, but... adjusting his white hair, he spoke.

The song I sang wasn't written by me. OH found you in the crowd and smiled. He crouched down and extended his hand to you. When you were next to him, he intertwined your fingers, looking straight at you with his gray eyes. - I'm tired of hiding that I have my wonderful muse, my girlfriend. He put his hand on your waist. After all, if I have a family, would it be right to hide it? -Adam turned to you and chuckled softly. - And I wrote a song especially for my beloved.

And then a new melody started playing, and Adam began to sing, not letting go of you.

• Meet monsieur - this is my muse. With her brown eyes she stings like a jellyfish. I know that

There is not a single glamorous goat in the world who will love me the way she loves me