the clock strikes 10...
the fans grow anxious...
the equipment lays still on the floor...
the lights dim...
the people yell....
rodrigo walks onto the stage with a white blazer, picks up his guitar and starts strumming...
the night is filled with excitement, whispers, laughter, smiles, kissing, singing, and musicians who take your breath away. they play and not one person is in time with anything else but the music. bodies sway back and forth calling the night with their movements, asking for it to never end. they sing in foreign tongues telling beautiful stories of chasing time. Tempo a gente dem...quanto a gente da...we sing with our mouths full of admiration. we dance with our hearts full of music. spotlights roam the stage claiming the fame of every person it shines upon. lights flash trying to capture the moments in a still frame. the bodies freeze, no noise is heard. they look as if you could jump inside it and the show will begin from the moment it stopped.the drinks run down their throats creating a haze. calming the nights with soft tones and slow movements.
the music comes to an end, noone is willing to accept this fact. ENCORE! OTRA! ENCORE! OTRA!
the musicians walk down the stairs creating the mood of admiration once again. they strum. they sing. they drum. they dance. the moment lasts a couple minutes longer in everyones minds. the venue has melodies bouncing off its walls, running through its veins. this is not the first night that this happens but in everyones opinion, this could very be the only night its occured.
as the song ends, the fans grow impatient. wishing they could keep their fascination for a moment longer. they walk off the stage. we wait to see if something out of the ordinary may happen. as nothing occurs, we slowly walk out discussing how our feelings are bubbling in our stomaches creating a sick overwhelming feeling.
the night ends and we all go home with the memory of the white blazer walking onto the stage...
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