First of all, don't get me wrong, I love and respect my Mom in the world❤🤗. But not all mothers have daughters with the desire to go out to clubs. Today I confess that yes, I love Rock and I am a lover of good metal, since my childhood I have leaned towards this musical genre and I have enjoyed it at every stage of my life, it is something that gives me a lot of pleasure and happiness.

A few years ago, I remember that I was in high school, I found out that one of my favorite bands would come to Venezuela but that they would play in another state, I am from Maracay and they were going to perform in Valencia, the truth is that without asking my mom, I knew clearly that she was not going to let me go anywhere, of course my friends already had everything ready and planned, while I saw them very calm they could easily call me Genesis anguish😆 . I was thinking all day how I was going to get my mother's permission, and on the other hand, as a typical stage of rebellion, I found myself plotting and imagining my escape.

The days passed and I was not successful with any of my plans, neither with A nor with B, much less with C. The day of the concert arrived and today I wonder , how I had the courage to go out into the street to look for a lady and ask her for a favor to accompany me to my house that was on that same street, so that she could talk to my mother and pretend to be a relative of my older sister (for part of Dad) making him believe that that day I would stay with my sister where she was supposedly waiting for me at her house. The only thing I remember is that my victim was working selling clothes on the street, what used to be called "Peddler" here, that's what my face would be like at that moment when I convinced her, after a cup of coffee talking with my mom, I went out "victorious" to the street with the lady again and from there everyone took their way, the only thing she asked me was my phone number to make sure I got to my destination safely.

Finally after meeting at the terminal with my friends, I arrived at Valencia Edo. Carabobo where I was able to enjoy from beginning to end, I remember when I had the ticket in my hands and although it seems silly, I have been able to keep it.

I don't know how many times I felt my heart in my mouth for fear of being found out, but mothers are wise and of course the next day she wasn't exactly waiting for me with a hug or her best smile. 😐🤕