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Vladislav Balovackij. The Attempt to Land a Number-Two Hit.
*Heaven is white, because it's snowing stones again*
*Ferrari or Lambo - I want both!*
- thought 15-year-old Vladislav Balovackij.
Eleven years and 22 number-one hits later, Vladislav sits in the basement of the villa he gifted to his mother, trying unsuccessfully to land a number-two hit.
*Tell me, what should I write in my lyrics? What else should I entice you with?*
...
*Come on, I'll show you in the pub how a bar stool tastes!*
*And now she flies up... somewhere into another world*
*In her world, there are no YouTube bloggers - she goes down on her knees for a capsule of coke!*
"Bratans, Bratinas, Bratuchas, this is cool, but how do I combine all of this? Hey, Bratan, can you pass me that loose tea over there?"
Wham. The door slams open.
"Maama, I told you to knock!"
In the background: *Hennessy on ice, the Latina lays down lines
I only drink [iced tea] now, because tequila doesn't hit anymore*
Mama B.: "Vladislav, moj zolotoj, moj zaj4ik (my treasure, my bunny). I just wanted to show you the box with the toys. Smotri!"
Vladislav, who has accidentally poured the spice jar into his peach tea: "There, Mama, thanks for the Lego bricks. You're the best! Bratinas and Bratuchas, don't I have the best mother in the WORLD?!" He wants to shout it out loud, but the words don't travel far. His voice is a bit scratched. Still, these words reach their destination - they not only sound beautiful but also hit their mark. If the target wasn't right next to him, it wouldn't have even gotten a whiff.
Mama B. hides her face in the small bouquet of flowers. A few tears she couldn't hold back. And how wonderfully elegant these flowers are! She never received such in Ukraine. There, it was always just roses for special occasions. These beauties here had nothing in common with that; they were so understated, green, fresh, and yet beautifully elegant.
LEA enters the room: *If we love each other, why doesn't it hurt?*
"My dearest Bratan, that all sounds totally cool, but what on earth is a toxic relationship if no one calls 110? Way too sweet."
"You know, *the Bratan stays the same*. I thought we’d write about a girl today because I want to show people that drugs are bad."
Mama B. nods. She is proud of her son. Sometimes she forgets that he is still a young man; he resembles his father in his forties so much. With his mischievous grin today, he looks like himself at twelve again, stacking Lego brick by Lego brick. A takoj chudoj (but so thin)...
LEA smiles; anything else would be unthinkable. "The thing about this girl is just likable. It puts you in a good mood."
"*God is on her side, like with all people who have a pure heart.* I told you, Bratina."
"*Shoot them all away, rapapapam!*" laughs LEA and disappears into her booth to record her part. Vladislav doesn't see her secretly taking a few of the Lego bricks from his box.
He is lost in thought again, murmuring to himself so quietly that hardly anyone notices.
*No matter what you have, house or palace, there's no room for that up there.*
"Come on, Mama, let's go for a walk. I'll take the laundry upstairs, then you can get dressed in the meantime."
*We wear Gucci and not Fila, I lay down the Benzer (...)*
Three hours later, Mama B. sticks her head through the door again, this time she knocked first: "There's almost nothing left of you! You're so thin! But at least it looks cozy now. Before we go outside, you have to eat something again. Pelmeni?"
"Mama, it's fine. Today we're having pizza. Two for me, three for you - and the rest for the kids."
In the basement room, it has become quiet; it smells like a basement - and a hint of forest after Vladislav opened the window.
*What for a mille a month? I make mille a day!*
"I just lay down a few mille more a day. Problem solved," ponders Vladislav Balovackij. Today he is not Capital Bra. Today he is just a normal young man who will eat pizza with his mother and the rest of the family.
*Yeah, Bra, I fought for my success - and never regretted any of those steps!*
This time it might be enough for a number-two hit. Summer can come. But first, there's more to add.
____________
(Note on the meaning of the asterisks: In their midst are quotes from works by and with Capital Bra.)
*Ferrari or Lambo - I want both!*
- thought 15-year-old Vladislav Balovackij.
Eleven years and 22 number-one hits later, Vladislav sits in the basement of the villa he gifted to his mother, trying unsuccessfully to land a number-two hit.
*Tell me, what should I write in my lyrics? What else should I entice you with?*
...
*Come on, I'll show you in the pub how a bar stool tastes!*
*And now she flies up... somewhere into another world*
*In her world, there are no YouTube bloggers - she goes down on her knees for a capsule of coke!*
"Bratans, Bratinas, Bratuchas, this is cool, but how do I combine all of this? Hey, Bratan, can you pass me that loose tea over there?"
Wham. The door slams open.
"Maama, I told you to knock!"
In the background: *Hennessy on ice, the Latina lays down lines
I only drink [iced tea] now, because tequila doesn't hit anymore*
Mama B.: "Vladislav, moj zolotoj, moj zaj4ik (my treasure, my bunny). I just wanted to show you the box with the toys. Smotri!"
Vladislav, who has accidentally poured the spice jar into his peach tea: "There, Mama, thanks for the Lego bricks. You're the best! Bratinas and Bratuchas, don't I have the best mother in the WORLD?!" He wants to shout it out loud, but the words don't travel far. His voice is a bit scratched. Still, these words reach their destination - they not only sound beautiful but also hit their mark. If the target wasn't right next to him, it wouldn't have even gotten a whiff.
Mama B. hides her face in the small bouquet of flowers. A few tears she couldn't hold back. And how wonderfully elegant these flowers are! She never received such in Ukraine. There, it was always just roses for special occasions. These beauties here had nothing in common with that; they were so understated, green, fresh, and yet beautifully elegant.
LEA enters the room: *If we love each other, why doesn't it hurt?*
"My dearest Bratan, that all sounds totally cool, but what on earth is a toxic relationship if no one calls 110? Way too sweet."
"You know, *the Bratan stays the same*. I thought we’d write about a girl today because I want to show people that drugs are bad."
Mama B. nods. She is proud of her son. Sometimes she forgets that he is still a young man; he resembles his father in his forties so much. With his mischievous grin today, he looks like himself at twelve again, stacking Lego brick by Lego brick. A takoj chudoj (but so thin)...
LEA smiles; anything else would be unthinkable. "The thing about this girl is just likable. It puts you in a good mood."
"*God is on her side, like with all people who have a pure heart.* I told you, Bratina."
"*Shoot them all away, rapapapam!*" laughs LEA and disappears into her booth to record her part. Vladislav doesn't see her secretly taking a few of the Lego bricks from his box.
He is lost in thought again, murmuring to himself so quietly that hardly anyone notices.
*No matter what you have, house or palace, there's no room for that up there.*
"Come on, Mama, let's go for a walk. I'll take the laundry upstairs, then you can get dressed in the meantime."
*We wear Gucci and not Fila, I lay down the Benzer (...)*
Three hours later, Mama B. sticks her head through the door again, this time she knocked first: "There's almost nothing left of you! You're so thin! But at least it looks cozy now. Before we go outside, you have to eat something again. Pelmeni?"
"Mama, it's fine. Today we're having pizza. Two for me, three for you - and the rest for the kids."
In the basement room, it has become quiet; it smells like a basement - and a hint of forest after Vladislav opened the window.
*What for a mille a month? I make mille a day!*
"I just lay down a few mille more a day. Problem solved," ponders Vladislav Balovackij. Today he is not Capital Bra. Today he is just a normal young man who will eat pizza with his mother and the rest of the family.
*Yeah, Bra, I fought for my success - and never regretted any of those steps!*
This time it might be enough for a number-two hit. Summer can come. But first, there's more to add.
____________
(Note on the meaning of the asterisks: In their midst are quotes from works by and with Capital Bra.)
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Too many associations? - I don't think so: hopefully just the right amount and definitely not too few :)).