I was 6 years old. I was sitting in my granny’s kitchen with my 18-year-old uncle. We were really poor those days and I remember basically nothing from that age. He had got his first CD and it was called “Westlife”, simple but catchy. We even didn’t have a CD-player, my uncle had to borrow it from our neighbours. When the CD finally began playing, I fell in love for the first time in my life - it was the first time I heard Shane’s, Mark’s, Nicky’s, Bryan’s and Kian’s amazing and just perfect voices. And there we sat, my uncle and me, listening to a little bit mumbling songs. But I didn’t care. We listened to the CD over and over again and we sang along and danced and we were so happy. Nothing else mattered. I never thought that music can make me smile that much. I never thought that music can bring hope. I never thought that a band can make me laugh. I never thought that Westlife can save me. Save me from misery, sadness and hopelessness. But also be with me in my success and happy days.
Now I am 18. My uncle is 30. He has a wonderful 6-year-old daughter who I really love. She loves to sit in my granny’s kitchen listening to Westlife CD - the same mumbling CD I used to listen with my uncle. And it is the best time ever. I have filled her life with music, with Westlife. And she admires them - they are her idols.
And now my heroes will split. I have never been on their concert, I have never seen them alive, but I will love them forever. I love them, their music and the memories they gave me. And I want to thank them for everything they have given to me - they have given the whole world to me. I know that probably no one will read this, the boys neither, but I just had to wrote this down. I love you, guys, and I will always love you. Thank you!