Good afternoon
Hello! What's your name?
My name is Sergey.
I have two songs. "Sky" or the art song "You Know".
Maybe, will we listen to the art one?
I'd like to listen to "Sky".
It's a song about love.
Let's listen to the art song! Oleg, you like songs about love.
I do, but it's already a kind of art songs contest we have here.
Are you sure?
A hundred percent.
Sure, let's listen to the art one, of course.
Thank you.
Somnambulism, is such a disease, that when you sing, you walk in your sleep.
So now he is sleeping.
Nanana, what's the matter with them all.
Today is not a proper singing day, dammit.
I don’t want to hear it anymore, mediocre bullsh*t
Poor.
Thank you, Sergey.
Meanwhile, there is an intense silence in the hall.
Dmitry Shurin has just burst in here.
Hi!
How are you doing?
Great!
Well, I'm very happy for you because I'm f***ed up.
I don't know what I'm doing in this armchair.
Why the f*ck am I sitting there?
I came here to find people who are as passionate about music as I am.
For whom it's not just words. You know?
Who comes here and knows what he is doing.
And not just so his grandma would watch at home and everyone at home would clap and think that about free shuttle fare for life.
I'd rather be at my rehearsal, I'd rather be laying with my cat on the balcony than sitting and watching this f*cking stream of mediocrity I'm watching here.
I really want to find people who really need this scene, who can't live without it.
I'm begging you!
If you want, I will get down on my knees.
Please, sing for your children, sing for the people who will be watching you in twenty years.
Sing so that you would not be ashamed in twenty years.
And you'll know that you did the best you could.
I'm waiting, please don't disappoint me
Because f*ck.