One of the first performances, the girl performs the song wonderfully: -I stand alone again, again smoking mom, again... well and on the text. Everyone liked it, whispered, who even asked if she was not singing professionally, well, we went.
At the end of the evening, my friend in good nourishment began to pursue her around the hall, we noticed it, but did not give importance, as everything was within the rules of normal behavior. But after a while, the girl turned to us herself with a request to humble him. The reason for the persecution, proclaimed by her, threw everyone into the horns!
Give him the word, honestly! Everyone follows me and asks: Waenga, bless me!