Flashback:
Tired, after a hard day, singer Josephine Jade Moore sat at a scheduled autograph session after a concert in London, where everyone could come and get an autograph for an additional fee. Although there was a thought to dump in the hotel and go to bed, his legs were already giving way, and his head was as if in a fog, and was terribly sick after almost 3 hours of running around the stage. But she could not afford it. Usually she was quite willing to communicate with fans, but now the mood was not perfect. Only a desire to quickly finish this whole circus. Therefore, she pulled a smile on her face, hurriedly signed and called for the next, trying not to delay the queue.
This European tour survived all the juices from it. Performing on the largest stages of the world: in London, Paris, Milan, Rome, Berlin, and many other cities was very cool, and this proved the level of her professionalism, but it was painfully expensive from an emotional and physical point of view. No, she was madly in love with her job, which she had been doing for almost seven years, and could no longer imagine her life without a stage and public. But recently, she has increasingly noticed behind herself that she is getting tired more and that the old things do not give her the joy that she had before. Life suddenly just lost all colors and meaning. Everything happened, or rather flew by, as if on an automatic machine, and this frightened her to a daze ...
- Jait! - a thin children's voice made her lookup. The little dark-haired boy, from the strength of four years old, was sitting in the arms of his father, as suggested by Jade, although they did not look alike, and smiled with might and main, a little embarrassed.
- Hi baby! - smiling, Jade turned to the child. - What's your name?
Looking at this miracle, Moore immediately forgot about fatigue. She even felt sorry for the child, it was too late, and he probably wants to sleep.
“Noah,” the boy replied, hiding his head in his father’s jacket, which betrayed a touching laugh in adults.
“Forgive me, but this little tomboy really wanted to get your autograph, and he begged me to come here,” the man answered smiling, holding his son to his chest more tightly. The short disheveled hair of the boy’s father had a shade much lighter than that of his son, rather closer to the chestnut-ash, and piercing blue eyes, while the boy’s eyes were the color of a stormy sky.
- Well, children are sacred. Where do I sign for you? - asked Jade, not taking her eyes off the child.
“We have Uncle Lichald, your fan,” Noah declared with all the seriousness in his voice he was capable of, and then turned his head to the man, addressing him already. “Dad, will Uncle Lichald vet this freak?”
- Of course, son. Uncle Richard will love your gift, ”Jade, the father of the boy, had just made sure and handed her a white cap. - Could you sign here?
- Sure. So Uncle Richard? Well, okay ... ”Jade began to paint the cap with pleasure, trying to write in a beautiful calligraphic handwriting.
“To Richard, the best uncle from the beloved nephew of Noah and Jade”
- Oh, you are very kind, thank you very much! - the man thanked the singer, taking away the autographed cap. - Sometimes it seems to me that he loves his uncle more than his father. I decided to give him a cap with your autograph for Christmas as soon as he found out that we were going to your concert. You are just his favorite singer.
- You're welcome. I was glad to help. - Jade sincerely laughed, yet it seemed to her very sweet. - Say hello to your beloved uncle Richard. - She turned to the boy, winking at him.
Moore thought, looking at this couple, that nowadays you rarely see a man who would take care of his son so much. It was noticeable that their family was friendly. Jade even had a kind of sadness in her soul, from the fact that she had never had such a thing, and, unfortunately, would never be ...
“So, cowboy, we have to go ...”, smiling, the man moved the little boy onto his shoulders with one easy movement.
The amusing dark-haired boy laughed again, staring at Jade with his amazing eyes the color of a stormy sky ...
- Thank you, Jait!...
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- Julia! Julia! Aw! - in reality, Rick returned it, pressing lightly on his shoulders, he gazed at her intently with his eyes the color of a stormy sky.
So that's why his appearance seemed familiar to her!
Surprisingly, usually from her memory, the images of people at such events are immediately erased, but that man and boy are firmly entrenched in the head.
“And you and Noah are alike ...” she blurted out before she realized what she had just said ...