Stewie marcaba un ritmo constante y empezĂł a tomar fuera, poco a poco entre los golpes suaves de Dani y las notas que Michelle ya estaba lista, donde Ă©l estudio tenĂa una gran energĂa, como si algo nuevo estuviera a punto de suceder. Entonces, un golpe en la puerta y los tres se miraron inmediatamente—¿Esperaban a alguien? —preguntĂł Dani.
El golpe volviĂł, esta vez un poco más fuerte y por eso Stewie se levantĂł y abriĂł la puerta. La sorpresa para todos fue ver a un chico de su edad, con una mochila en su hombro y lo más llamativo un tambor. Sus ojos reflejaban nervios, pero tambiĂ©n determinaciĂłn.—Hola—dijo, en voz baja—. PerdĂłn por venir sin avisar. Yo estuve en la celebraciĂłn que hicieron en horas de la mañana.—. Los escuchĂ© tocar y yo tambiĂ©n toco. No soy el mejor, pero, quiero ser parte de algo asĂ.
Stewie kept a steady beat and began to play, little by little, between Dani’s soft drumming and Michelle’s notes—the studio was buzzing with energy, as if something new were about to happen. Then there was a knock at the door, and the three of them looked up immediately. “Were you expecting someone?” Dani asked.
The knock came again, this time a little louder, so Stewie got up and opened the door. To everyone’s surprise, there stood a boy their age, with a backpack on his shoulder and, most strikingly, a drum. His eyes reflected nervousness, but also determination. “Hi,” he said in a low voice. “Sorry for dropping by unannounced. I was at the celebration you had this morning.” “I heard you guys playing, and I play too. I’m not the best, but I want to be part of something like this.”
Todos se quedaron en silencio y Michelle observĂł al chico con atenciĂłn, como si hubiera algo oculto en Ă©l. —¿CĂłmo te llamas? —preguntĂł Michelle. —Lucas. El chico estaba nervios, pero igual entrĂł, donde mirĂł el estudio con una mezcla de admiraciĂłn y respeto, como si ya supiera que ese lugar podĂa cambiarlo todo.
—Estamos justo empezando algo —dijo Dani y llegaste en buen momento. Lucas asintió, apretando el tambor contra su pecho, tomó una silla, ajustó la correa y levantó las manos. Por un instante, todo quedó en silencio, pero comenzó con un golpe seco, firme, no fue perfecto, pero lleno de intención.
Stewie lo observĂł un segundo y respondiĂł con las baquetas, para seguir el ritmo. Dani se sumĂł marcando un pulso constante, mientras Michelle, casi sin pensarlo, empezĂł a acompañar con una melodĂa suave, guiando lo que estaba naciendo. Al principio fue caĂłtico, tal como les pasĂł la primera vez que se creĂł la Banda de risingstar.
Lucas se asustĂł, pero empezĂł a seguir el ritmo de Stewie y sus golpes añadĂan una energĂa distinta, más cruda, más intensa. Stewie sonriĂł, Dani reforzĂł el pulso, dándole estabilidad y Michelle encontrĂł la melodĂa que unĂa todos en ese estudio, hasta que llegĂł el Ăşltimo golpe para dar por terminado esa pequeña presentaciĂłn.
Everyone fell silent, and Michelle studied the boy closely, as if there were something hidden about him. “What’s your name?” Michelle asked. “Lucas.” The boy was nervous, but he came in anyway, looking around the studio with a mixture of admiration and respect, as if he already knew that this place could change everything.
“We’re just getting started,” Dani said, “and you’ve come at the perfect time.” Lucas nodded, pressing the drum against his chest, grabbed a chair, adjusted the strap, and raised his hands. For a moment, everything fell silent, but then he began with a sharp, firm beat—it wasn’t perfect, but it was full of intention.
Stewie watched him for a second and responded with his drumsticks, keeping the beat. Dani joined in, setting a steady rhythm, while Michelle, almost without thinking, began to accompany them with a soft melody, guiding what was coming to life. At first it was chaotic, just like it had been the first time the Risingstar Band was formed.
Lucas was startled, but he began to follow Stewie’s rhythm, and his beats added a different energy—rawer, more intense. Stewie smiled, Dani reinforced the beat, giving it stability, and Michelle found the melody that united everyone in that studio, until the final beat came to bring that little performance to a close.
Lucas respiraba agitado, con los ojos brillando y Stewie soltĂł una pequeña risa, aun con las baquetas en la mano—No estuvo mal. Michelle lo mirĂł directamente.—No viniste a pedir permiso, Lucas —dijo suavemente—. Viniste porque ya eres parte de esto.—¿De verdad? Lucas mirĂł su tambor y luego a ellos, donde está vez, no dudĂł. —SĂ. Lucas levantĂł las manos y esta vez, desde el primer golpe, ya sonaban como una banda.
Lucas was breathing heavily, his eyes shining, and Stewie let out a little laugh, still holding his drumsticks. “That wasn’t bad.” Michelle looked him straight in the eye. “You didn’t come here to ask for permission, Lucas,” she said softly. “You came because you’re already part of this.” “Really?” Lucas looked at his drum and then at them; this time, he didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” Lucas raised his hands, and this time, from the very first beat, they already sounded like a band.
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