But Martin didn't seem to hear me.

– They decided to give three concerts, and we are very lucky tonight. A ticket costs two hundred zlotys, – the woman told us.

– We'll pay. – Martin stopped abruptly and took out a purse from the pocket of his black jacket. – Here, for me and my sister. – And he tried to shove the notes into Gru's hands.

– Here's more! Keep it. Just go on in.

– No. I like their songs, and I don't want to rob them of an honest income!

Grue reluctantly took the money from him.

– What a noble man you are," I jokingly remarked as we continued on our way. – What are they playing?

– Rock. – Martin seemed to be seriously excited about the event. – How lucky! I never thought I'd see them play again!

– So you've been to their concerts, too? Did you get an autograph on your arse? – I was amused: Martin was a bit funny.

– No, but tonight I will! And we'll ask you to sign your chest! – My brother replied enthusiastically.

We came to a large, wide hall. Despite the fact that the hall was located underground, on the ground floor, its ceilings were high. That's fine. I hate low-ceilinged rooms-they're just too hard on the psyche.

– What a crowd today! – Martin remarked.

– It's like meeting the Pope! – I agreed.

How I loved to make fun of him!

But Martin didn't pay any attention to me, but worked his shoulders hard, forcing his way to the stage, saying: "Pardon me", "Sorry mate", "Sorry baby" and "Make way for the biggest fans!".

– You're a pro! – I complimented my brother.

Now we were standing by the stage itself.

The stage was small, but I thought it was pretty spacious if you kept the ballet off it. A microphone stand, electric guitar, bass, drum kit, synthesiser. The only thing missing was the people for whom all this noisy crowd of people had come.

– That's nothing! Here's what I can do! – Martin stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly and shrilly. I laughed. Oh, my brother! What talents he was hiding from me!

– Clap as loud as you can and shout like a madwoman! – he told me. – It pleases the performers!

– Shout what? – I asked obediently.

– Whatever you want!

– Give the money back? – I joked, starting to clap my hands loudly and often.

– If you shout that, I'll shut your mouth and push you out the door myself! – Martin replied with a happy smile, clapping like a madman.

The crowd seemed to be infected with his energy, and in a minute the noise in the hall was such that I thought my head would burst.

– Whoo-hoo! – I also shouted and laughed.

Wow: I'm in Gdansk. At a rock concert! With Martin!

It was probably the best idea of my life to come here! To try something I've never done before. I've never been to a concert and screamed my head off. But tonight I loved being like this – a fan. I liked the atmosphere, the energy of the crowd, I liked being free of my habits.

– Here they come! – There was a loud, hysterical female scream, and the noise got even higher.

Four men and one woman came on the stage. The men were dressed in dark t-shirts and jeans, looking nothing at all like classic rockers. The woman, as I guessed – the frontwoman, had an interestingly attractive appearance: expressive facial features, long straight black hair. Blue eye shadow and dark maroon lipstick. She was wearing jeans and a black sweatshirt. That was it.

"And they're the ones Martin is so crazy about?" – I thought mockingly, but continued to clap like a monkey.

– Good evening!" said the frontwoman, approaching the microphone, and the crowd of fans immediately responded with a new wave of noise and applause. – We haven't performed together for a long time, but tonight is the first of our three concerts in our native Poland. And it all started when we met by chance at one of the rock festivals and decided to please our fans…