La guitarra ya no colgaba bajo la luz blanca. Ahora estaba en manos de Michelle, donde se sentía muy distinto, era liviana y era brillante. Stewie no podía dejar de mirarla mientras salían de la tienda. No dijeron mucho al principio, porque no hacía falta. Habían llegado a tiempo y con eso ya era más que emocionante. Sin embargo —Tenemos que volver —murmuró Stewie, mirando el reloj y comentó el ensayo.

La escuela Risingstar no era solo un lugar para aprender, tocar juntos a otros músicos, sino también era un espacio donde cada minuto contaba. Y ahora, con la guitarra en sus manos, era momento indicado para probarla en el ensayo.

Les toco correr y la ciudad aún seguía acelerado, pero esta vez no se sentía como un obstáculo. Michelle sostenía el estuche con más firmeza, para evitar que se cayera la guitarra. Cada paso era una mezcla de emoción y a la vez desesperó, puesto que querían llegar tarde.

The guitar no longer hung under the white light. Now it was in Michelle's hands, where it felt completely different—light and gleaming. Stewie couldn't stop staring at it as they left the store. They didn't say much at first, because there was no need. They had arrived on time, and that alone was more than exciting. However, "We have to go back," Stewie murmured, glancing at his watch and mentioning the rehearsal.

Risingstar Academy wasn't just a place to learn and play with other musicians; it was also a place where every minute counted. And now, with the guitar in their hands, it was the perfect time to try it out at rehearsal.

They had to run, and the city was still buzzing, but this time it didn't feel like an obstacle. Michelle held the case more tightly to prevent the guitar from falling. Each step was a mixture of excitement and desperation, since they wanted to be late.

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Cuando finalmente cruzaron las puertas de Risingstar, se sintió un alivio y era como volver a casa, pero con algo nuevo entre manos. Entraron al estudio y algunos compañeros levantaron la mirada, curiosos. Donde todos miraron el estuche de Michelle, mientras que Stewie dejó su mochila a un lado y se acercó.

Michelle sacó su guitarra nueva, todos quedaron sorprendidos. De inmediato ajustó la correa y apoyó sus dedos sobre las cuerdas. Por un segundo, dudó. No por inseguridad, sino por respeto. Como si entendiera que esa primera nota iba a marcar el inicio de algo.

Stewie marcó un pulso suave con el pie, para acompañar ese sonido de la guitarra. Ambos se miraron, ya que el sonido tenía algo especial. Michelle siguió tocando sin prisa, mientras Stewie se unía poco a poco, adaptándose, construyendo alrededor de ese nuevo sonido. El resto del estudio acompañó con otros instrumentos.

When they finally walked through the doors of Risingstar, a wave of relief washed over them, like coming home, but with something new in their hands. They entered the studio, and some of their colleagues looked up, curious. Everyone stared at Michelle's guitar case, while Stewie set his backpack aside and approached.

Michelle pulled out her new guitar, and everyone was amazed. She immediately adjusted the strap and placed her fingers on the strings. For a second, she hesitated. Not out of insecurity, but out of respect. As if she understood that this first note was going to mark the beginning of something.

Stewie tapped his foot gently to accompany the guitar's sound. They looked at each other, because the sound had something special about it. Michelle continued playing slowly, while Stewie gradually joined in, adapting, building around this new sound. The rest of the studio joined in with other instruments.

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Lograron armar una canción, que ni siquiera tenía una idea, pero aun así había ritmo. El ensayo continuó, otros músicos esperaban, otras piezas estaban en proceso. Pero algo había cambiado en el ambiente. Stewie sonrió mientras seguía el ritmo y Michelle no dijo nada, pero en su forma de tocar ya estaba la respuesta.

They managed to put together a song—they didn’t even have a clear idea of what it was supposed to be, but it still had a groove. The rehearsal continued; other musicians were waiting, and other pieces were in the works. But something had changed in the atmosphere. Stewie smiled as he kept the beat, and Michelle said nothing, but the answer was already there in the way she played.