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Stas is authorized to vote
“They are standing,” Stas Pieha said doomedly and quickly pushed the curtain. The artistic restroom (rather a restroom than the artistic) of the Palace of National Cultures of the Black Sea village of Lazarevskoye overlooked the yard. And in the darkness of southern night, it was clear how a crowd of fans fluttered at the door of the official entrance.
Two hundred, no less, tanned nymphs from 12 and older with disks and photos of Piehi crowded closely on a small platform.
Where are you from?
From Magnitogorsk. And you?
From Ufa. We already have a stas fan club in the classroom. You can imagine how the girls are fucked up when I bring them an autograph. Solid stunned.
Stas! - cried out Ufimka. - Come out!
Stas! - the crowd picked up. - Come out!
So, ”said the drummer Igor,“ urgently find the driver, let him drive the bus not to the door, but to the gate. ” Where we dragged the equipment. After three minutes we break through.
Stas, this is glory, why are you afraid? Well, give autographs to the girls, they are described with happiness, - I say Pierkh.
Well, they, Crazy, - Stas shook a beautiful haircut. - Tired. What if they take and spray in the face?
Stas did not explain who could not intend against him a vile sabotage. I did not have time. The drummer Igor grabbed him under the elbow, the guitarist of Yura and the keyboard player Lesha covered the guy from the flanks - and the four musicians swept along the empty stage, jumped into the open gate and flew into the bus. The door instantly shut up, and the deceived, standing on the side, the crowd continued to chantedly chanting:
- Pieha! Stasik! Come out!
But someone from the crowd saw in the huge window of the bus Lick Stas and yelled: "He is here!" The crowd instantly turned around and surrounded the bus. The huge "Mercedes" cringed from fright.
- Stas, please, an autograph, ”the crowd prayed,“ well, please! ”
The door opened a little - the drummer Igor took the photos, discs, posters, Stas dramatically signed them, and they went back the same route. Around the continuous “awesome” reigned, we lingered at the palace for thirty minutes, all were tired and hungry, time was approaching midnight, and ahead - a five -hour path along a mountain serpentine in Anapa. Tomorrow there is a concert again.
- The life of a Russian artist is difficult and the non -casualist, ”muttered Stas and fell asleep.
... What are you, Stas is still sleeping, ”the charming Tatyana waved her hands, the director of Stas Piekhi, and by calling, the elder sister.
The clock showed 12 in the morning when I came directly from the plane to the Sochi Hotel Eliza.
- And I thought you were already on the beach. Still, Sochi is the sea and the sun. How not to use?
Tatyana threw up her hands again:
- What are you talking about? Yesterday’s concert at the “Jubilee” ended at 11, God forbid, at an hour, and today in three days the bus is already - we’re going to Lazarevskoye, then to Anapa, from there in the day to Gelendzhik - there is a concert in the summer theater, we are returning to Anapa - the next day the final concert of the tour. God forbid to sleep.
This is because on the stage “Cheshi while itching”: if there is a demand - speak at least six times a day, then, maybe one will not be. On the “figurine” Valery with Macho Stas, the cultural public this year rushing - in the Sochi Yubilein this year there was a full house, tickets of 700-1500 rubles each.
Have you been to the city, have you seen the posters? - Tatyana boasted. - Tomorrow - Orbakaite, then Kirkorov, followed by a valley. But I assure you: the record will remain with us!
Tanyush, why should I eat? - there was a deaf, a cross between velvet with an emery, timbre, and on the sun -flooded courtyard of Eliza in shorts and a T -shirt, a tanned macho came out. I would say - not a macho, but a mast. Painted, tanned, very well -groomed hair and a shomodic smile on swollen lips. The phenomenon of the star to the people.
I have long wanted to write about the pop star. What kind of celestials are these, whose life, as a permanent holiday - flowers, applause and arms. And who is the wizard who lights these stars. And then a new star - Stas Pieha broke out on a densely dotted pop poppy sky. Edita’s grandson, winner of the fourth television finished of Pops. I thought a consumer goods again, but they told me: this is a piece work. And so I am on the Black Sea coast of the Caucasus, where Valeria gives a quick -fire tour with the program “You came” ... A special guest - this is what it is written on the posters - Stas Pieha. Did he come, or what?
You sing a soup, stasik, soup. And then the Seagull, ”Tatyana was worried and dragged the guy into the dining room. In the menu of the Eliza hotel this morning there was a sorrel soup, gulls - that’s all, perhaps.
The life of a Russian artist is difficult and the non -casualist, ”Stas recalled, and in one second he was silent for everything.
In the courtyard, the Sochi Sun was emerging with the heat, in a small, 10 meters, a pool, a drummer Igor, a keyboardist of Lesha, guitarist Yura on huge rubber tires. Stas clearly wanted to go there in this pleasant blue of water.
Good, good, it means a person is good, ”he sang sadly. - Hello. I am ready to work, and I looked at me badly.
Well, Stas, is it hard to be a pier?
Is Ivanov easier? Although, of course, they got it in childhood, especially at school: "Babushkin son, grandmother's son." I'm just something - immediately in the face. And what, a very good method was respected. It is a pity that in adulthood, one must restrain himself. Although in childhood, both the Babon and my mother were drained from me in full. He began to smoke almost from infancy, he drank, of course, hooligan. Everything was. I was looking for a way to myself. And somewhere by 17 it seemed to hit: well, where does this path lead? He swallowed only Castaneda, binge, through and through. Psychology there, of course, is not, but I figured it out something, feel better. Then he generally went to the sessions to the psychologist, so that he would rummage deeper in himself. And you know what I understood? In every person there are any demons. If you indulge them, it means that it is not free. So he began to slowly crush these demons in himself. And with each deadly demon I become a little free. Here you are a non -free person.
Why? - I was offended.
And smoke. So, a cigarette demon is sitting in you and clicks. I strangled my month ago.
And what, easily succumbed?
He tricked down and died.
I looked at Stas with respect, listened to demons and lit a cigarette.
But not all of you diluted. On the stage pulled, to popularity, to glory. What is it, if not a demon pride?
He fought, honestly, fought, ”Stas laughed. - pressed in himself, studied at the hairdresser. Even the Spanish school of stylists graduated. I did not give up. And what if I sing from childhood?
He complains that the Babon from the age of four brought to the stage, drove along the tour. And when he moved to Moscow to my mother, he found a fantastic phonotext in her: classics, jazz, rock, jazz rock, punk. Included - and howled in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the toilet. And he himself began to like it, and Ilona, who even came up with a way to take Stas to Gnesinka.
They brought, the teacher listened, said: “Horror! But if you pay, you can work. ” Paid. Six months later, he became the best student of the course. And after some time, the school, of course, quit. But not singing. I studied with teachers on my own. Now Stasu is 25, but he has no diploma with the proud inscription “profession - singer” and, most likely, will no longer be.
- Well, why? You can get a crust - and someone needs you in FIG.
With or without a diploma, he was "nobody needs in FIG." In addition to mom, grandmother, friends. No, the singer Piehu was already known, but in a very close circle of the same unknown musicians. Stas created a punk group, once even carried out a commercial project: four guys in the ex-center sang in the evenings of retro-players. They always buy retro - puppies. But the money was small, the prospects even less.
It’s not lying, I wanted real creativity. Well, of course, real money.
And what about relatives? Edita and Ilona. What did they not push, did not pause the word who needs it? Well, Edita Stanislavovna Alla Borisovna would call: stuck for her grandson, a talented boy is growing.
Stas stared at me in amazement.
- Babon would call Pugacheva? Yes, they, as far as I know, have never had any relations. Mother greets, but nothing more. Two are completely different, indifferent to each other's families.
Tatyana came running.
- Stas, let's quickly collect things - and to the bus. Five minutes later we leave.
The bus, a huge, two -story Mercedes, swallowing equipment, instruments and musicians, gently rushed to Lazarevskoye.
- And where is Valeria and her husband Prigozhin? I asked Tatyana in surprise.
She was also surprised at the question.
Star - and with everyone on the bus? It is not accepted. The star has a different hotel, and the luxury room, and Kraisler. I looked at Pieha, who modestly stuck in the chair, - poor Stas. How long is your path to limousine. However, you could not be in this bus, if it were not for the know -how of Channel One - a fluid method of creating stars.
And I did not see this factory point blank. Neither the first nor the second. But the third hooked. At the reporting concert, several guys liked it. But he did not think there. Pure chance. Once he was in Ostankino, on some mother’s program, met a friend, he said: “Tomorrow casting at the fourth factory, you want - come. What the devil does not joke. " He came early, and it’s good that early. Could just not listen. On that day, three and a half thousand guys gathered there. Armada stars, well, just a milky way. He defended the turn, sang, wanted to say goodbye. And they tell me - go to the piano. Well, I think today is not the end.
Were they called Piekha?
And who am I, sorry, to be called? Since childhood, Pieha, so the Babon decided. Do not take me a pseudonym now. In general, I went to listen to a week, I was terribly - I suddenly wanted to prove to myself and everyone that I can. The cognac was jamming from the excitement. And when they took me, at first I did not believe. But Edita Kaifov. She accidentally saw me on TV, and all - for three months did not leave the screen. Perhaps this helped me. Edita looks, she is sick for me, well, I have to please the Babon.
Everything was very difficult for me there. He did not like something to Mr. Cool. But now I remember the factory - it's great. There is such a correct scheme - science fiction. Remove compression - every week concerts, live broadcasts and television cameras, tighten vocals - excellent teachers are engaged in you, acting skills - there are no problems. For three months I grew up for three years. Yes, even lucky - Joseph Igorevich Prigozhin noticed.
The bus slowed down at the service entrance of the Palace of National Cultures of the village of Lazarevskoye, musicians and technicians dragged unknown equipment onto the stage, and Stas and Tatyana went into the artistic restroom, where sandwiches were piled on the dish, and the doors were wide open.
But in front of the second make -up door, about an hour before the concert, a silent, muscular uncle stood up. The star appeared in the palace, even without makeup, without a hairstyle. I immediately went in compliments.
- And let's not interfere with Valeria prepare for the concert, ”Prigozhin suddenly said, grabbed my arm and dragged me out into the street.
The inhabitants of Lazarevsky, opening in the sun, slowly pulled themselves to the palace. Nearby, a sweaty granny at a folding table sold tickets to the palace.
Is there today? Prigozhin asked her.
What are you, dear, for two days, how ended.
So, after all, the exact calculation is a joyful smile on Prigozhin's face. - The couple painfully unexpected and beautiful.
Why did you stop at Stas? What attracted you to it? There were other guys at that fourth factory. How do stars light up?
At first intuition, pure intuition. When our musical producer Viktor Drobysh and I first saw Stas in the factory, we almost screamed in chorus - "Eureka!" Well, all with him, and most importantly - a man. Now everything is mixed on the stage, sometimes you won’t break it, and this one is a man. An expressive face, a good, strong baritone with an unexpected, terribly sexy timbre, moves perfectly, on stage from childhood, an intelligent, smart guy. So what a last name! Shine. The people will run out of curiosity. Like a steep missed, I don't understand.
And now yours?
Formally, he now has a contract with the producer center of the Drobish. For seven years. We invest money in his studies, promotion, clips, discs. When we promote, he will give.
So it's just a bondage!
He laughed merrily.
- Nice bondage, by golly. Do you know how much a promoted artist gets for a solo concert? From $ 7,000 to $ 12,000. So I assure you: in a maximum of a year and a half, $ 7000 Stas will submit.
... Two hours in the crowded hall of the Palace of National Cultures of the village of Lazarevskoye was a concert of the singer Valeria. The “special guest” of Stas Piekhi had only five numbers - two duets and three solo ones.
- Nothing, ”Joseph Prigozhin whispered to me behind the scenes. - In September, we will write a farewell duet, and it is called “parting”, and we will begin to prepare Stas Solnik. It's time.