The most genuine, the most unpredictable and spontaneous thing I've ever done with the most happy outcome. You will never believe it! But Zurich makes impossible dreams come true.

Tonight I have been on stage with Bobby Mcferrin... DANCING! I just can't get it right in my head, not to start screaming, because I really was so-o far from even imagining it!!! No words. Just big hugs to the great musicians and to Bobby - and it's not just a metaphore - less than 4 hours ago I REALLY hugged all of them and I REALLY standed with Bobby and his group on stage of Tonhalle Maag in Zurich, no matter how random and awkward it was.

There are no photos, no videos, but it's all in my head. Not as clear, frankly, because some parts are fading (I guess, it is a "side effect" of shock). Obviously, I couldn't put myself together, but I desperately tried to stay present there and then, enjoy every second, remember every moment.

So let's make this short story written, because I know how bad my memory can behave.

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It's been half of the concert, I guess. And then he asks: "is there a creative dancer in here? Is there somebody who'd like to come on stage and dance with us?" And as soon as I hear and understand what he wants, I raise my hand in the air, confindently and with no doubts at all (as it was not me), and even stand up from my seat so that they could see me better. And it appears I am the first to react, so they invite me on stage. !!! Here - surprisingly - I also react very quickly and naturally - I just go to the stage. There he meets me. Asks my name, shakes my hand. Everything so attentive and caring. The most talented, the most humble, the greatest musician I've ever met. The audience is crazy in applause. Then he says that I should dance using all the stage (which is big, I should say, and has stairs on it) and they will try to interprete my dance in singing. Here maybe I shaked a little, but I didn't give it away. I just took off my shoes (because they had heels) and smiled, I guess...

Of course, my dancing was lousy and incoungruous sometimes. However, my head was still working, very meticulously. And I remember telling myself to relax, enjoy, listen to them, be engaged, try to follow their singing and be free. And also - that was the task - try to use the stage, not to stick to one place. It's the chance you can't miss, you know. The only thought I regret not getting rid of was my skirt, which was too tight and it didn't allow me to have more amplitude.

I don't know how long it lasted. 2 minutes, maybe, 3. I remember trying to understand their reaction: do they approve ? are they appalled? But I couldn't! They were just fully engaged in singing, and I even didn't know if my presence made any difference to them.

What was surprising is that later, when I got back to my seat, many people were so supportive, telling me it had been nice. And I would definitely lie if I say it wasn't a pleasure to hear that.

In the end I'd like to quote a woman from the audience, who said the rightest thing ever: Bobby has that prodigious, miraculous ability to make people happy.

I know, everything sounds higgledy-piggledy as I write all my emotions down (and I changed tenses several times). But I can't go to sleep without fully taking pleasure in this situation. And this is how I'm saying THANKS to the Universe for making it true.

It happened to me. It makes me feel unique and makes me proud of myself for not stepping back, for trying (at least trying) to do it naturally and sincerely, for grabbing that chance before anyone could do it. This is my girl, this is you!