In its last rehearsal before the debut, Lito practices with his guitar. The music flows harmoniously envelope. Suddenly, a string breaks.
We sound , Lito think. Now what do I do?
begins to look everywhere in the guitar case in pockets, drawers, turns his house, and nothing. Nothing here, nothing there, thinking. It's like a magic trick ... black.
In that phone rings. Lito serves and desperate mind what happened.
La cuerda se volvió loca y sonó. Sí, sonó, como lo escuchás. Bueno, mejor dicho dejó de sonar, que eso es lo más grave . Y sí, es hoy la función, dentro de dos horas. ¡Esta cuerda maldita me va a volver loco!... ¡Noooo!, olvídalo. No se puede suspender: están todas las entradas vendidas. No tengo otra, necesito recuperar la cuerda. ¿Ah, sí? ¿Explicame vos quién me banca una cuerda a esta hora de la noche?
El sonido del celular lo interrumpe. Lito atiende y escucha.
“El teatro Cosmos recuerda a los artistas que deberán submitted thirty minutes before the time of your function. "
Remember, think Lito. As if I had forgotten ...
After a moment, repeat aloud Remember, remember ... re cord. This is a sign, here's the string I need!
takes his guitar and goes out. Seen to be about the collective, run, climb and sit.
A few blocks away, a street vendor begins: "Ladies and gentlemen. Here I have a must, you can not miss .... "
And Lito, worried, without his rope, he thinks, what's this going to come to sell?
Suddenly the seller says: "I bring you the best strings for the modest price of 18 bucks each. Anyone who has played the bid, it has more to apply. " Lito
jumps for joy. The rope, the rope that I was missing!
The woman who was lying next to think, "this man went mad, another rope, this has a screw loose ...."
Meanwhile, Lito is still screaming. rope, cord, rope ... I found the Lord, I need the rope. I'm a musician, I have a function in one hour and I just broke a guitar string. You will save me. I buy the rope and in gratitude I dedicate a song. What is your name?
"Salvador", says the man.
Salvador ... do you realize? The call was a signal. The Cosmos reminded me: the line would appear. Sound energy vibrations, finally, harmony, do not you see?
The seller looks, swallows and takes a step back. Lito
the bus and walked down to the theater. From afar distinguishes a cartel, the approach reads:
"The Cosmos will be closed every Friday in November." Lito
look both ways. Everything is deserted. Understands that the wrong day, think of the anguish of not getting the rope in all the inconveniences and for a minute, you can forget the vibrations, the cosmos, energy and mumbles ...
- What idiot! ....
Luli To my niece. Happy 15!
Tiaflavita
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