Sometimes I wonder if there is a magic calendar of good days, is that lately I have fallen into tribulation, I have debts, I expect things to happen, but my prayers are not heard, time passes and I continue in the feeling of the endless cycle without taste, that is one side of the coin, but there comes a season of wellness that is like an instant magic act, like the most real of optical illusions, the sound of fingers, release dopamine, endorphins, the adrenaline of defying gravity, a rainbow morning, different from the others, that tells you; make a wish and I will make it come true.
I want to taste the coffee of the Gods and feel a crown on my head that gives me the power to have my holy will done!
Such ambition, isn't it?
Well, I want to talk about one of those days that make life worth living, breathe a sigh of relief and think, I won't drown in that glass of water anymore, I'll swim in it like it's a summer of love in Ibiza.
I had no plans to go to my favorite coffee shop, a strange feeling invaded me, my body asks me for an introspection therapy, to find answers inside myself, to continue with that book I left halfway, to interpret the body expression of your companion, to decipher the secrets hidden in his gaze, would it be a good time to enroll in psychology school? I have a talent for giving advice, not for receiving it, I will follow the path of the holy book, I will call things that are not as if they were: I have plenty of money for a vacation on the crystal clear beaches of the tropical Caribbean, I love to work, work is my pleasure!
In the coffee shop I feel peace, Oh! The stranger at the next table, just played loud music from his latest generation cell phone, daring, he took the liberty without caring about the customers who just want to read in the company of a cup of coffee.
To my mind he has good taste, listening to Elvis Presley's Jailhouse rock makes me fantasize about time travel and being in a coffee shop in Las Vegas in the 60's or 70's, mirror ball, jukebox, neon lights and milkshakes, The Bee Gees and John Travolta spinning on the colorful floor.
I couldn't concentrate on reading again, but I was enjoying the selection of music, I looked at the boy, he was writing notes on a pentagram, he could be a musician thinking about his next work, after thinking about it several times, I approached him and told him:
– I would like to play a star, pay tribute to the evolution of music through time, dress fashionably, put on makeup, dance, throw myself on the crowd, scream and pretend I'm a liberal cynic who was born to break schemes!
– Hahahaha, what a great idea for a Broadway musical!
– That's what I want right now, but I can't sing and modesty attacks me!
– The industry always has room for an alter ego, a fascinating character, you just have to believe in yourself, singing is not a problem, no, not in our times!
– Do you really think so, is that writing a song and with it reaching unimaginable places in the world, is like transcending, becoming immortal, leaving a treasure for the new generations!
– It's like that, I like the way you express yourself, there is creativity in you and your look is lost as someone who travels with his mind!
– It's a dream I would like to fulfill before I die!
– Look, I have a garage music project, if you want you can come to a rehearsal, I'll give you a singing test and we'll see how things flow!, what do you say?
The guy gave me his card, he is Miguel De La Fuente and he doesn't live that far from my house.
– Thank you, I'll be on time, I'm Michael, Michael Blanco, please let me pay your bill!
– Oh, well if that's the case, then I can order another coffee!
– With pleasure!
Miguel's consumption amounted to $70, but we forged a great friendship, today he is my singing teacher, in his class I have a lot of fun and every day I prove that what he always tells me is true: "There are singers that are born and there are singers that are made".
This is my participation for Spill The Beans Contest.
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