Five in the early hours of Friday, even in the dark, the city begins its race against time. César is already trotting through the fenced streets of his colony, with his mp3 player on his arm and his headphones placed at full volume. The vehicular noise begins to enter through the windows to the houses. I gotta feeling, that tonight's gonna be a good night, it vibrates in your ears and helps you to have a good trot rhythm. After a few minutes it starts to run faster. Think satisfied that you have all day busy, in the morning and afternoon with work, then college and then the album with the skinny. There will not be time to think.
After half an hour of running without rest, César returns home, bathes, gets ready, half a breakfast and goes off to work, there are urgent things to deliver. He remembers Amanda for a fleeting moment, but then thinks happily that at least today he will not have time to remember her. For a month he has filled every corner of time he has to not think about it, so as not to suffer it. I gotta feeling again the Black Eyed Peas in the radius of the car, while César takes the rhythm hitting the rudder with his hands.
When you arrive at the office your boss reminds you that you must deliver the report and make the payments of the fortnight at the latest at three in the afternoon, everything is urgent, everything must be fast and without errors. Well, to spike. Payroll, taxes, letters for employees, everything happens quickly during the day, without pause, without rest. But the efficient Caesar has everything ready at two thirty in the afternoon. Check your email and see the message that warns you of Sunday's race, 21 kilometers, will be good. Then he rushes out to deliver documents to other companies and returns to the office just in time to leave. The university awaits you in the midst of your overpopulation madness at the time of admission.
That tonight's gonna be a good night Peas again in the car that flies to get to finish the math homework that did not give him time to finish last night. On the way to the university three calls come in, first her sister, who asks her where she left the laptop, then her mom who only called to tell her about a family reunion on Sunday and finally her boss, who asks where He left the checks to sign. Enter a text message of the skinny saying we are fixed for disk, va ?, César answers simón vos, fijos. When turning to the car that has to the pair in the tail, a girl almost equal to Amanda seems to go to the steering wheel, but no, she is not she.
As it is Friday and payment of fortnight the traffic becomes impossible and it stops it to a pair of kilometers of the university, where it passes a half hour of tail to at last enter the facilities and run to finish the task of mathematics with the skinny one . After finishing the homework in the library, they run up to the fourth level to enter the math class where they have to turn in the homework. Then they will receive three more subjects and the week and the album are over.
In order to take advantage of the time, Caesar and the thin one leave before the end of the last class, change their clothes and go as fast as the traffic leaves them for the record, before it gets full, and on the way they meet the Fabio and the flat who tell them they must hurry to enter that the disc is already full, it seems. Once on the disc track the two couples enjoy the music and dance and dance. The track is full of young and not so young who take advantage of the fortnightly cash flow to kill him on the disc and those who are lucky, in the afterparty.
Tonight ?? s the night night
Let ?? s live it up
I got my money
Let's spend it up
For a moment a girl who dances a few meters away reminds her of Amanda. His hair, his way of dancing, his energy, everything is the same. But watching her slowly, it is not, the girl smiles at seeing him how he sees her. He smiles back. He embraces again with the skinny one, who is promisingly affectionate. They rest a couple of times to have a drink at the bar.
Fill up my cup (Drink)
Mazel tov (l'chaim)
Look at her dancing (Move it Move it)
Just take it off
They dance to forget, to only think of the here and now and not in uncertain futures and not so good pasts. And so in those thoughts, in a two by three the disc is finished, it is already one in the morning and the odious dry law takes them all off the track. On the street everyone takes out their cell phone to be located, to answer a text message, some only take it out to check the time. Cesar does not mind seeing his cell phone, there is no one to call me, he thinks.
They leave the two couples together towards the parking lot and they say goodbye promising to come together again to dance, he was happy. Fabio and la chata walk well caramelized and sure they do not go straight to his house. Cesar already in the car gives a pair of kisses to the skinny one and suggests not going directly to his house but making a stop along the way. She smiles and says today not, I have my rule. César gets upset, but manages to disguise and leaves at home without protest.
Cesar returns to the house tired, but with little sleep. Turn on the cell again to warn the skinny with a text message that arrived without incident. And there is Amanda, who sent a text message saying she misses him. All day fleeing from her and right at the end she comes back to tell him the same thing that every Friday night, she misses him. But this time Cesar will no longer answer or call her the next day, because it will be the same as before, she just wanted to say that she missed him, nothing more. That she is fine with her boyfriend, that they are getting married. Maybe it's time to change the number.
Slowly, to the beat of the soft music that he put on his sound equipment, César begins to feel sleepy. Tomorrow will be another day, we will have to go out to train for the race on Sunday. When you run enough you are so exhausted that you can not think anymore. Also with the dance happens. The race on Sunday is tough, you have to be focused to finish it well. How tired, what a dream, that girl of the disc how she looked like Amanda, to know what was going on, but she looked a lot like that. Who knows what nails you have to send me messages like that, but I'm not going to answer, and better yet calm. Maybe and I roll with the skinny, it's making me tired to thrill me more. But it's good that there is a race on Sunday, so I have my busy weekend and I do not think so much about that. Maybe it would be good to go to church in the afternoon. Maybe go to the movies, maybe ...