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MidReal Story
Nocne Płomienie
Scenario:Marta występuje na scenie o przypadkowo Ostaje zauważona przez sławnego wokalistę Toma który jest nią oczarowany .
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Marta
She is a young waitress who dreams of becoming a singer. She is determined,shy,and hopeful. Marta secretly sings in a band called "Nocne Płomienie" and dreams of fame like her idol,Tom. When she meets Tom at a club,she is starstruck and unable to speak. However,she later gets a chance to perform with him on stage,realizing her talent and potential. The experience changes her life forever.
Tom
He is a famous singer known for his powerful voice and romantic ballads. He is charismatic,kind,and observant. Tom stumbles into the club where Marta works and becomes enchanted by her singing voice. Despite not understanding what she says,he is captivated by her talent and beauty. He invites Marta to perform with him on stage,giving her a breakthrough opportunity that propels her career forward.
Marta
I always dreamed of being a singer.
Not only a singer, but a famous singer.
Just like my idol, Tom.
When I wasn’t working at the club, I sang in a band called "Nocne Płomienie" (Night Flames).
It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.
At least I was doing what I loved.
Singing in front of people made me nervous, but when I was on stage, I forgot about everything else.
I felt free and happy.
My dream was to become famous, just like Tom.
To have people screaming my name and running after me for an autograph.
To have my songs playing on every radio station and to perform concerts in front of thousands of people.
It all seemed too good to be true.
But I didn’t give up on my dreams.
I knew that someday they would come true.
And maybe that day was closer than I thought.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
I asked the man sitting at my table.
He looked up at me and smiled.
"No, thank you," he replied in English.
I smiled back at him and nodded my head.
"Okay, if you need anything, just let me know."
I turned around and walked away from his table.
As I walked away, I could feel his eyes on me.
I weaved my way through the crowded tables and made my way to the back of the club.
The stage was set up in the corner of the room, and the band was already setting up their instruments.
Marek, the lead guitarist, was adjusting his guitar strings while Kasia, the drummer, was testing out her drums.
I grabbed the microphone stand and placed it on the stage.
My palms were sweating against the cool metal of the stand.
I looked out into the crowd and saw that everyone was talking and laughing with each other.
The mysterious English-speaking customer was still sitting at his table, sipping on his drink.
He hadn’t moved since I had left him.
His drink was still untouched, and he seemed to be lost in thought.
I wondered what he was thinking about.
Was he here for business or pleasure?
Was he alone or with someone?
So many questions ran through my mind as I watched him from afar. The lights on the stage flickered on, and I knew that it was time to start our set.
I took a deep breath and stepped up onto the stage.
The rest of the band joined me, and we began to play our first song.
The crowd quieted down as we started playing, and everyone turned their attention to us.
As I sang, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
I always got nervous before a performance, but once I started singing, all of my nerves disappeared.
I closed my eyes and let the music take over me.
When I opened them again, I saw that everyone in the crowd was clapping along to our song.
Marek leaned over and whispered, "Did you see that guy at the back? He's been watching you the whole time."
Kasia chimed in, her voice barely audible over the music, "Yeah, and I heard him talking to someone on the phone earlier. He mentioned your name, Marta."
I felt a chill run down my spine as I replied, "What do you think he wants?"
After our first song ends, I see the mysterious man getting up from his seat and walking towards the stage.
He keeps his eyes fixed on me the entire time.
I try to focus on the next song, but my hands are shaking slightly as I adjust the microphone stand.
The lights on the stage make it difficult for me to see his face clearly, but from his silhouette, he seems familiar.
Between songs, I hear whispers from the crowd.
Kasia leans over during a guitar solo and points discreetly at the man.
My heart almost stops as recognition hits me - it's Tom, my idol, standing just a few feet away from me.
My legs feel weak as I step off the stage.
The crowd's applause fades behind me as I make my way to the bar, squeezing past dancing bodies and raised drinks.
My throat feels dry from singing, and I signal the bartender for a glass of water.
The music is still pulsating in my ears as I try to process what just happened.
Our last performance was a blur, but the image of Tom standing there is etched vividly in my mind.
The bar stool wobbles as someone takes the seat next to me.
I glance sideways, expecting it to be one of my bandmates, but instead, I see a man leaning close - too close.
He's wearing dark sunglasses indoors, which seems odd.
I shift away slightly, instinctively creating some distance between us.
His hand moves to his face, fingers gripping the edge of his sunglasses.
As he pulls them off, the dim bar lights reveal features that are unmistakable.
"Tom," he says, his voice smooth yet tinged with urgency.
"I've been looking for you, Marta. We need to talk about your future."
My heart skips a beat as I stammer, "My future? What do you mean?"
I grip my glass of water tightly, my knuckles turning white.
The condensation on the glass feels cool against my skin.
Tom's accent is thick, but there's a warmth to his voice that puts me at ease.
Through his dark sunglasses, I can't read his expression, but I recognize him as the same man who watched me all evening.
He leans forward, his words spilling out in broken Polish mixed with English.
"Your performance tonight was incredible. You have a gift."
My mouth goes dry as I try to respond, but all that comes out is a quiet "thank you."
The familiar scent of his cologne wafts towards me, and I realize he must be the mysterious customer from earlier.
As he reaches into his jacket pocket to retrieve something, his fingers brush against mine, making me flinch.
Tom's voice drops to a whisper, "I want to sign you, Marta. My label needs someone like you."
I blink in disbelief, my mind racing, "Sign me? Are you serious?"
He nods, sliding a business card across the bar, "Meet me tomorrow. We can discuss everything."