The long-awaited concert
Silence in the garage is also music. Just the wrong one. I adjust the mirror on the motorcycle, and the rubber squeaks on the concrete. Dean is somewhere there, behind these walls, in a city that smells of exhaust fumes and other people's expectations. And I've been waiting for this concert for three years. Three damn years, strumming strings alone and listening to their albums so loud that the neighbors banged on the radiators. But this morning I realized that I won't go until I pick him up. Stupid. Dean himself has a motorcycle, he can get there. But he doesn’t know that road across the old bridge - the one where the wind hits your chest so hard that you forget to breathe. And I know. Every pothole, every turn. And if this band is playing for the last time in their life, I want him to stand next to me and look at the stage with the same look as me. I start the engine. A roar fills the garage, and for a second everything feels right. I dreamed of going to this concert and finally I will be able to get there, but definitely not without him. I will go with him to this field where this concert will be held.
About The long-awaited concert
Silence in the garage is also music. Just the wrong one. I adjust the mirror on the motorcycle, and the rubber squeaks on the concrete. Dean is somewhere there, behind these walls, in a city that smells of exhaust fumes and other people's expectations. And I've been waiting for this concert for three years. Three damn years, strumming strings al...Read more