Between Hope and Desperation

Yesterday I had the best time ever at the concert of the Music Idol starletts Yasen, Toma, Teodor, Denitsa, Nevena and Nora. The concert was in Haskovo and J.’s father gave us all a ride there. We went to the city fair where all was awful as at every other town’s fair, but later…the concert! Oh the breezy evening under that starry sky and the full moon…the amfitheatre and the stage…the sound operator…the stairs we were siting on…the hundreds’ crowd…the excitement…it was a once ina lifetime experience and at one point I remembered how I had a different offer for the night – a class reunion – and let me tell you, I did not regret not going not even for a split second! I wouldn’t change that concert joy for anything. Especially not for such a reunion!

What I loved most at that concert was the talent of the guys – they all sing incredibly well and are all very cheerful on stage, with lots of positive energy, spreading it over the audience and feeding back on the energy that very audience was dispersing. It was electrifying! Our little gang was the craziest in the party, I’d say. My sis, especially, rocked, and we all followed suit. My throat is hurting right now because I never kept quiet at all, I was screaming at the top of my lungs, so not like me, right…I guess I made up for all my silence through the year in that one night – I screamed toward the moon , rising my hands as high as humanly possible rejoycing in my being alive and here. I loved that the songs were all to my liking, all rock, all up-beat, all familiar, friendly, including stuff like Bon Jovi’s “Its my life”, Aretha Franklin’s “Respect”, Whitesnake, Mika, Robbie Williams and so on and so on… the best music I could wish for in a single concert under the stars. I bet I could never have that in any other concert.

And the performers all loved  us so much, they were amazed at how vibrant the audience was, we kept on screaming for more way into the night…but alas, it was over at one point.

Our hands soar, our throats dead, our feet heavy, but our hearts full we walked back to the car, still singing the beloved songs, passing by strangers and laughing, we were brave and joyous, life is all about that moment.

This concet was the best thing that happened to me all summer and all year, and I hope there will be more moments like this one, it gave me a recharge to keep me going for a long time ahead. I’m alive. It’s my life. And everything is wonderful…♣