Tot ceea ce urmeaza nu este decat pura mea imaginatie, nu are nicio legatura cu realitatea si ceea ce este povestit in acest fragment nu s-a intamplat nicodata. Iar personajele desi unele sunt adevarat nu au nicio legatura unele cu altele…..deci nu va lasati inselati de ceea ce este relatat….sunt doar dorinte de “fana” indragostita(daca as fi vedeta pe care o admir, as fi ingrozit de imaginatia mea si m-as da in judecata pentru tupeul pe care l-am avut)….sper doar sa va distrati macar pe jumatate cat m-am distrat eu cand am scris bucata asta…..atat imi pare rau ca nu am talent la desen….lo transformam in manga. Deci lectura placuta (apropo este in engleza, si daca veti intampina vreo greseala nu va sfiiti sa ma avertizati….desi m-a mandresc cu engleza mea sunt constienta ca nu este buna).
<<-Hi, how are you?
-Fine, thank you! You?
-Same here(we laughed lightly watching one to another with a sensation of closed friendship, although it was for the first time that we were meeting. And it could have been the last too). I was giving an interview for the firs time since I was officially presented as the wife of my beloved husband. We are together for more than seven or eight years, but it was recently that the press and the media found out about our marriage. And this was the first interview I have accepted to give since the news got out. And that was an year ago. My husband have refused constantly each proposition we have received, until I said to him:
“-Dear, we have to talk to them! Otherwise they will chase us constantly and will only write stories that aren’t true. So I will to them.” And those been said the day arrived!
The reporter that was interviewing me was a lovely woman. Quit familiar I could say. I was feeling very relaxed near her and not a bit tensed as I thought before the meeting. After all her things were in their right places and Julie, that was her name, got her tape-recorder and a little notebook it started.
-OK. So first of all, I must say “Hello!” again, she said smiling brightly at me.
-Hello! Or I better say “Konichiwa!”, we both laughed at my silly joke.
-Now, tell me, Mrs. C., is this okay? We will leave your name like this. How did you first met your husband?
-Oh, no please, nothing of misses or anything like it. Just call me Alex. It’s simpler and I don’t quit feel like a married woman, although I am for more than five years by now.
-Oh, okay, so let’s start again. Alex, tell me, how you met your husband or for the better, when you met your husband you knew that you would marry him?
-When I heard about him and saw him for the first time it was back in my native country, Romania. And until the age of 21 I didn’t have any idea of his existence. Although I had a strange feeling sometimes that I was missing something or someone. I as trying with big financial efforts to finish my career when I discovered his person and his existence. It was through the internet. Not like meeting on a chat site or something like that. No. When I first saw him, he was in a world far above my own and he didn’t even had a clue of my existence. I was and am, even now, a simple woman among millions of women that are crazy about my husband. In that period of my life I had no vision about my future, nor any plans on what to do with my life. But I had a passion for the culture, lifestyle and cinema of Japan and South Korea. So one night I was watching “Final Fantasy: Advent Children”, the movie, for the third time or the fourth time and I watched that night every minute of the movie. Even the ending, where are presented all the people that made the movie. And as I was so fascinated and mesmerized by the story and the plot at the end of the movie suddenly the background song caught my attention. It was something like a hit. Not like “ Oh, I like this melody!”, or something similar, but more like “ Oh, my dear god! I love this voice!”. I listened like an obsessed person and read every name just to find out who the singer was. The next day I searched for the song. I wasn’t a person that is interested in the people that sings or the artists, but this time I was wondering what kind of face hides that voice. And I saw him. Heavenly beautiful, with blue sky like eyes, black hair and some traits that a woman would kill for. He was more beautiful than the most beautiful woman that was in the world, by that time. I saw and collected thousands of pictures with him. In and from every period of his life as celebrity and even before he became the star that he was. At first I was fascinated and thought this is just another short and vivid crush I have. Because some time before I discover my husband I was having a big crush on a Korean actor, but it was over fast. After I watched every series that he had made I calmed down. But with my husband was different. I was feeling something really strange. At first I said: “I’m crazy!”, you can’t feel some connection with someone, when you never met face to face and not even exchanged a word ever. But I was feeling some strange. I was thinking that I had met somewhere and sometime that person. That it had some kind of importance for me. And I’m christian by religion, our priests and beliefs don’t promote or talk about reincarnation and don’t even believe in this concept, but I had a flashback. I found him very familiar. And I had no reason to feel that way, whatsoever.
-Do you feel that way even now?
-Yes, even now I have some moments when he says something to me or makes a movement I feel that I heard that before and saw it before. And I’m not referring to the fact that we now live together, it’s like a far distant memory. And so months have passed, while I was thinking that every moment now I will find someone else to have a crush on, but no. I started to love him although I had nothing else, just some photos on my mobile phone and his songs on my mp3 player. And I had no news about him as I was disconnected from the virtual world of the internet. I constantly found him as beautiful as the first time I saw him. I don’t feel special on my birthday, but some days later when it was his birthday, I felt a joy and had a feeling of being special that I never felt on my own. Maybe I was just crazy. Or truly obsessed. But I hadn’t an urge to meet him or to send him letters of love and anything like it. I was just having these sentiments and colorful feelings inside me that were helping me to accept all the changes that were having place in my life at that moment. I was feeling love and I was loving him from faraway and I was truly satisfied with that.
-OK. So how come you are now here being his wife, if you were content with just loving him from afar?
-To get here was the effect of a stupid and silly error of mine. I once wrote him on a paper some kind of a letter telling him how I got to discover him and his incredible art and that I can’t call myself a real fan as I wasn’t doing all the things that a real fan does. I couldn’t….I didn’t have money to start with and then I was sure that I would loose my interest. I’m a very changing person. I get bored really quick and I’m always searching for something new, on the other hand I have a few things that I wouldn’t give up to for nothing in the world, although I was forced to do so many times in my life. And so one day I put some of my thoughts and feelings on a paper and then wrote them in an e-mail and send them on an mail address, I found on internet to him. I never thought and hoped to get an answer. At least not from him personally. He said that that was the first love letter he have ever received from a person that doesn’t consider herself a really big fan of him, as many have proclaimed themselves until then. And he said that he wanted to talk more with me. When I received his answer I thought that I was the victim of a bad joke, but I wasn’t. I replied him with another letter full of incoherent thoughts and things that sounded stupid for every normal person, but I was overwhelmed. And he answered me back. And so we started to talk weekly, through e-mails.
-Isn’t that unusual? I mean all the celebrities I’ve met and talked to have a personal assistant that receives their e-mails and all that stuff? Doesn’t your husband had one?
-He did. He had one of those assistants. And it was him that read the first e-mail I send. But, and this is what himself told me, that day my husband was in the same room where his assistant was reading the mail he got or anyway if not reading entirely at least checking. And when he opened my e-mail he found it a bit strange to receive an e-mail from my country. My husband until that moment only received from countries such as Spain, France, United Kingdom, or Germany, USA and Japan of course, but not my country. I mean in the part of the Europe where my country is, only from Russia was he receiving some e-mails, but only rarely and to discover one from Romania , which is my birth country, was a first. So Ken, that was the name of the assistant, well his name was Kenjirou, but all the crew and the stage staff and the band called him Ken, said to my husband
“-Hey, G., come and see this! You got an e-mail from someone from Romania! Isn’t it annoying! I mean Romania!
-Yeah!? Is it from Alina? I once made a movie with some actors from that country and we exchanged addresses! I never wrote them! I even forgot about it. But perhaps one of them remembered and wanted to say hi! So who is it from? Let me read it, Ken-chan!”
So this way my first e-mail, sent to an unsure address, got the attention of my husband.
-You truly had a very good luck! Many of the e-mails that are sent in a sure way and with great hopes to get an answer back are erased before opened, said to me Julie with a serious expression on her face.
I felt a lot of guilt because of my stupid luck. I never wanted to steal the hopes and the dreams of another person. And I know that many of my husband’s fans hate me to death, but I gained my position with a lot of efforts and sacrifices and I fought for each minute I spent next to my husband. Only getting my e-mail read by him was luck. The rest was only tears and suffering. And of course mountains and tons of stupid and foolish guilt for having and desiring a man like him and for not being as half as beautiful as him. I am a common person and I don’t have the beauty that my husband posses, but I do love the person inside the body. I never accepted him for what he represented, for the name or the star that he was. I said “Yes!” because the person that asked me said “I need you! I need every little piece of you!” and for his soul, for nothing else……>>
Si cam atat pentru inceput…..ma voi gandi daca stilul la persoana intai merge mai bine decat la a treia persoana……multumesc pentru effort…..and remember people all the above is purely the fruit of my imagination…..nothing related there ever happened….ad the characters are just characters…..the real people do not know esch other and never met or have taken part I one of the actions in the story above…..thanks for understanding!!!!!!
Nighty night, you all!!!!!