My son studies vocals. He performs constantly, and has even won a First Degree Laureate award. So at one of the festivals, after the kids performed, along with the invited guests — famous singers — my son and I walk out into the lobby. And he goes: — Mom, my dream is to sing "Black Eyes" together with Aydamir! And I, trying to calm him down, say: — Sweetie, why do you need that? He's a one-hit wonder. Then I turn around, and just like in the movies, I see that very singer walking into the lobby at that exact moment. He probably heard it. Daaamn. So embarrassing.