Chapter-XXVI.

I was dizzily walking by my One And Only Hero's side arm in arm. I was sure I was dreaming. It's simply was too good to be true. And it was so unlikely. I was not special in any way. What is this all about? What is it he wants to discuss? People were staring as we passed by them heading for the door. A black limo was waited us in front of the entrance and we got in. I was sitting next to him chatting with him about everything and nothing. About my country, mainly. How he likes to be here and what he finds interesting and attractive. He was kindly smiling and kept a close eyecontact with me. Seeing how nervous I was he tried to reassure me, to soothe me. He took my hand into his. If he thought that he would calm me down with this gesture then he was wrong. I thought I'd be faint. I was pale like the wall and shaking. He put one of his arms around me and I felt his breath on my neck as he was talking. I didn't dare to move in fear I brake the spell. We reached the restaurant soon and he led me inside.

Jonathan sat down in a box, farther from the separate tables. After some small talk he looked at his watch. -Well, guys, I've got to go now.-He stood up without further explanation. I couldn't help, but think it was an agreement, he brings us here then leave. I was curious now. Very curious. Dave asked what I would like to have as an aperitif and I asked Coke knowing he doesn't drink alcohol. So he ordered two Cokes.

This place was sorta hidden, no one stared him, he could be himself at last and indeed, he seemed much more relaxed. Seeing him relax made its effect on me too. I started to

calm down. He was chatting casually with me until the waiter arrived and asked what

we'd like to have. He knew very well what he wanted, fish paprikas, fish with pepper sauce and nokedli, a kind of nudles. Then he looked at me waiting my order and I asked game, a wildboar stew cooked in red wine, potato-donoughts and pear with cranberry syrup.

-Wow, your choice sounds interesting, he noted, sipping from his drink.

-It is more than interesting, it is probably the best Hungarian food ever was created, fish and game, I like them.

-Well, now I can tell you at last why I brought you here.

-I am all ears, I answered, searching his gaze with my eyes. Our eyes met.

-It's much better Mau, dontya be afraid of me!

-I am not scared David, just floating above the earth. It is a rather rare occasion that your hero takes you out to dine together. He reached out for my hand and took into his gently stroking it with his other hand. I melted.-So, I wanted to talk with you about the

story you wrote. It touched me, you see. And I only dared to approach you and bring you here because of that confession.

-Dave, I am, I...it's just "science-fiction", never to happen.

-No, it was brave to send it to me. All the others wrote pages and pages what influences

my music has, some said jazz, some said it was blues, some something completely different. And how they like I use this instrument to reach this effect and kind.

But what was common all wanted to sound so well educated in music, so clever. You didn't. Still your story told more about my music than all the other essays together.

You wrote about what effect my voice is made on you and you see, true, my voice is my instrument. Tonight as I stood on the stage and had a glimps of you listening to me, eyes shut, your face in awe, showing pleasure, not careing who thinks what about you standing there like that. You parted from the crowd, you stood alone in the room

among all those people, you were different, you were unique. It moved me, this openness, this higher love of yours.

-David, I am not....

-Let me finish it, Mau. So long story told short that's why I haven't chosen your story as a winner, because I wanted to keep that little wonder to myself. I didn't want to show it anyone else, that is the story of the two of us. It was amazing how well you seem to know me. How do you do it? We never met.

-These are things you said yourself in the media. All public and on the net. Information is power, Dave!

-Yeah, you have a power on me.

-I beg your pardon?

He started to laugh.-Excuse me if I am that frank, but I used to tell my opinion straight into the other's eyes. -It's just that how reading your story affected me. I sat there and I was like, jeez, how good it is being loved . I felt loved and strangly connected. It amazed me that we are complete strangers to each other and still, you love me like that. I presume all the feelings were described are true and honest.

-You could say so.

-That is I want to thank you. Your, well, respect and love for me.

I blushed as he poured his heart out. He didn't know, but even I wasn't so sure what these feelings were all about. I knew it couldn't be any kind of romantic love, as obviously you can't love someone you don't know. Or can you? It wasn't only adoration for his voice, lyrics and stage performance. It wasn't pure admiration for what he has reached in his life, how he combat his weaknesses slowly, one by one. How he is still fighting with his problems with holding his head up high. Not only an awe for his oppeness admitting the mistakes he made and trying to mend the damage he's done. I still remember how it felt when I first read his words about how it felt being a junkie, he matter of factly showed the world how psychotic one could be when the drug and booze destroyed his life. He was balancing on the edge of insanity and he danced back into normality. I remember the way he was talking about he wasn't able to hug his lil son avoiding any physical contact, how paranoid he was. It touched me so deeply. His words when he was talking to his mother, went to the bathroom and slit his wrist, returned and desperately continued talking to his mum, waiting someone would see what is happening. He broke my heart, I remember I was crying reading this. Those times came to my mind when he dived into the audiance without any warning, wanting to be sure they would catch his fall because they love him. He only wanted love nothing else and no one seemed to give it to him. I saw myself crying watching the news on MTV that he overdosed his REDRUM dose( read it from the back and the word is murder) and was dead for a while. And his lyrics about his beloved wife and daughter, his interviews talking about them, how his son said to him: "Daddy relax, ur a good father, so relax!" How he always wants to give and give, wanting to make everyone happy, being nice. How could I tell him all this. There is no way, I thought. Words are useless in this case, not fulfilling their purpose. These things are laying beyond words, they are there in your heart, burned into your soul. That's why I remained silent. He stopped talking too. Neither of us spoke for a while, we went beyond profanity and as we held each other's gaze we saw the unuttarable truth in one another's eyes. We both knew we understood it. A special bond was made, a strange connection between a devotee and her Hero.

The waiter's words interrupted this silent happiness breaking our silence. He put our food in front of us and we started to eat, still not talking, occasionally looking at each other. I wanted to ask so many things from him, but I couldn't. He left me speechless once again. Then slowly our private world brought to a halt started to move again. I heared the voices again and saw all the other people not just David. We chatted then for an hour and then he offered he will take me home. I nodded, he paid the bill and we got into the car. We were sitting next to each other, he holding my hands. I wanted

the world to stop again. It didn't. It happens just in once in a lifetime. We arrived and he had to say goodby. He thanked me again. And I thanked him again. We were grateful for each other that we could experience something like this. A bliss from heaven. A fugitive happiness we both felt. The rare occasion when paralel lives met briefly in eternity. He leaned to me, kissed my cheek softly and so did I and he quickly sat back to the car. I would have liked to wave goodby to him, but my hands stopped in halfway, I noticed the windows were darkened. I was watching the car until it disappeared in the road bend, then slowly turned back and opened the door with my keys.

" This is the end my only friend"

( J. M.)

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