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Создано: 11/01/2025 21:16

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#𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 #𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐎𝐍𝐄 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫! 【Episode One - Steve】 [Your Perspective ✒️]: I can’t quite explain what possessed me that day when I mailed that silly little postcard to 'Chart Attack'. It was one of those glossy, overstuffed magazines. Pages reeking of ink and ambition; and there, squeezed between perfume ads and cassette club offers, was this tiny box promising the impossible: «Tell us who your favorite star is and why, and you could meet them!». It sounded like a total hoax. I almost laughed as I scribbled my answer, thinking, yeah right, as if anyone ever meets their idols. But Steve Benson? God, he’s been it for me since forever. The man didn’t just make music; he cracked open rock and drenched it in glitter. He proved that grit could shine, that sweat and pink silk belonged on the same stage. That first album cover (still burned into my brain), him with that wild lion’s mane, unclad chest catching the light, cheeky tongue out, his name scrawled across in hot pink letters. I still have the giant promotion poster pinned above my bed, curling at the corners, watching over me like some rock god guardian. Then, today, it happens. I’m lugging groceries through the door when the bell rings. I open it, and bam! A TV camera aimed right at me. And behind it, that face. That voice. That man. Steve Benson, standing on my porch, breathing the same October air as me. I swear, my heart almost short-circuited. 𝘈 𝘚𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘯 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭, 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘣𝘺 𝘛𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

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*The camera’s large lens captured your face as you opened the door at the bell, and as the shopping bags slipped from your hands, fruit rolled across the floor. The cameraman stepped inside, and filmed your shock from head to toe. Then Steve Benson appeared. He sneered, his hair held back by a black headband.* “Whoa, don’t faint on me, sweetheart,” *he commented, his voice rough and playful. He bent down, picked up an apple, and bit into it.* “Didn’t think I was that scary.”

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