Jerome, era padre de un joven de 8 años de edad, vivían en todo el centro de la ciudad en un edificio muy pequeño y estar allí era un encierro, no siempre tenían las mejores condiciones económicas, por lo que a veces tenía que estar trabajando en muchas cosas, a pesar de esos su aptitud y las ganas de luchar eran muy grande, con el sueño de poder entrar a una banda y ser muy escuchado. Cada día se paraba muy temprano para despedir a su niño antes de que se marchara al colegio y el quedarse en casa componiendo letras de canciones.
Una ciudad donde la situación era todo un desastre, problemas económicos, pero para Jerome nada era imposible, solo tenía que trabajar y no dejarse llevar por los demás y que la tristeza no se apoderara. Muchos de sus amigos lo rechazaron por sus condiciones, otros hablaban que era un mal padre, sin duda llego un punto donde no le importo eso y solo quería ver a su hijo crecer y ser un buen artista de la ciudad, para su suerte siempre tenía contrataciones en los bares de la ciudad, pero el pago no eran nada bueno.
Jerome los fines de semana también tenía que salir para otra parte de la ciudad con su pequeño hijo quedan dos horas de su casa, con la mentalidad de que cada día será mucho mejor, un viaje que era para trabajar en un campo de agricultura, el pago era mucho mejor, pero el sol y calor eran dos grandes factores, sin duda siempre mantenía una sonrisa y la esperanza de no trabajar más en ese campo, sino con su música.
Llegaba en horas de la noche agotado, el pequeño niño cansado, dormido en los brazos del padre, dolores en la espalda, sus manos destrozadas, pero con la felicidad de que había cobrado algo de dinero, sabiendo que lo tenía que administrar muy bien, ya que no sabía cuándo sería su próximo pago. Por eso quería terminar lo más rápido posible su canción, pero eso no es nada fácil. El pequeño hijo de Jerome, siempre estaba pendiente de cualquier cosa para ayudar su padre y brindarle ese cariño, estando presente en las buenas y en las malas.
Jerome was the father of a young boy of 8 years old, they lived in the center of the city in a very small building and being there was a confinement, not always had the best economic conditions, so sometimes he had to be working in many things, despite those his aptitude and desire to fight were very big, with the dream of being able to enter a band and be very heard. Every day he would stop very early to say goodbye to his son before he left for school and stay at home composing lyrics.
A city where the situation was a disaster, economic problems, but for Jerome nothing was impossible, he just had to work and not get carried away by others and that sadness did not take over. Many of his friends rejected him because of his conditions, others said he was a bad father, without a doubt he reached a point where he didn't care about that and only wanted to see his son grow and be a good artist of the city, for his luck he always had contracts in the bars of the city, but the payment was not good.
Jerome on weekends also had to leave for another part of the city with his little son two hours from home, with the mentality that every day will be much better, a trip that was to work in an agricultural field, the payment was much better, but the sun and heat were two big factors, certainly always kept a smile and hope not to work in that field, but with his music.
He arrived in the evening hours exhausted, the little boy tired, asleep in his father's arms, pains in his back, his hands smashed, but with the happiness that he had collected some money, knowing that he had to manage it very well, since he did not know when his next payment would be. That's why he wanted to finish his song as quickly as possible, but that's not easy at all. Jerome's little son was always on the lookout for anything to help his father and give him that affection, being present in good times and bad.
Pasaron varias semanas y era la misma rutina de siempre, sin duda comenzaron ahorrar un poco, cubrir los gastos y en una de esas se le dio la oportunidad de poder comprar un micrófono para así poder grabar sus canciones y eso podría ser el camino a la felicidad ese artista. Siendo algo muy satisfactorio y feliz para ellos, ya que con esfuerzo se logra, sin embargo, la mayoría de las veces se burlaban del hijo de Jerome, por estar trabajando desde temprana edad.
No se podía hacer mucho en esa situación, ya que todo era por su bien y podría ser una oportunidad de poder salir de donde estaba conocido como pobreza, por eso le prestaba mucha atención su trabajo y dedicación por la música. El padre ya había terminado su canción, tenía el micrófono y solo necesita un equipo para poder grabarla, por eso decido contactar un viejo amigo que tenía una estación de radio y por medio de contrato, le permitió que grabara allí, era algo único para Jerome.
Este pequeño equipo se marchó para esa gran estación de radio, al llegar quedaron sorprendidos al ver equipos muy grandes, modernos y todo muy profesional. Sin duda, Jerome estaba preparado y listo para comenzar hacer su trabajo. Poco a poco fue cantando, momentos donde su voz fallaba y tenía que tomar descansos, sin duda luego de muchas horas de grabación y trabajo se logró completar tener toda su canción en digital y todo gracias su buen amigo.
El padre estaba contento y era una música que relataba una triste realidad, pero a la vez con un mensaje, dedica para su hijo y para todas esas personas que están pasando lo mismo que él. De allí se marcharon, ya que tenía que dejar la estación de radio y volver a la realidad de trabajar en el campo, para así conseguir dinero y estar tranquilos.
Several weeks passed and it was the same routine as always, no doubt they began to save a little, cover expenses and one of those gave him the opportunity to buy a microphone so he could record his songs and that could be the way to happiness that artist. Being something very satisfactory and happy for them, since with effort it is achieved, however, most of the time Jerome's son was made fun of, because he was working from an early age.
There was not much that could be done in that situation, since everything was for his own good and it could be an opportunity to be able to get out of where he was known as poverty, that's why he paid a lot of attention to his work and dedication to music. The father had already finished his song, he had the microphone and only needed equipment to record it, so he decided to contact an old friend who had a radio station and through a contract, allowed him to record there, it was something unique for Jerome.
This small team left for this great radio station, when they arrived they were surprised to see very large, modern and very professional equipment. Without a doubt, Jerome was prepared and ready to start doing his job. Little by little he was singing, moments where his voice failed and he had to take breaks, no doubt after many hours of recording and work he managed to complete his song in digital and all thanks to his good friend.
The father was happy and it was a music that told a sad reality, but at the same time with a message, dedicated to his son and to all those people who are going through the same as him. From there they left, since he had to leave the radio station and return to the reality of working in the fields, in order to get money and be calm.
Al regresar con algo de dinero, termino de pagar lo que sería su música y le entregaron vario disco de ella, siendo el algo muy grande para este padre, ya que nuca había logrado tener su música en sus manos, por ende lo primero que hizo fue regalarle una a su amigo quien lo ayudó con la producción, otro para el dueño del bar y las demás tenía pensado venderlas para que así se diera a conocer. Brincaba de la felicidad, ya que sería otro ingreso y mediante la música.
Con los meses, este artista con el papel de padre, había logrado que su música llegar a varias estaciones de radio, no supo como lo logro, sin duda le permitió abrir muchas puertas de trabajo y en una de esas una banda conocida como Risingstrar, lo llamaron, ya que necesitaba un cantante para las próximas audiciones. Por lo tanto, este padre y su pequeño hijo, al fin, habían encontrado la felicidad con trabajo y dedicación, se logró que una banda lo tomara.
When he returned with some money, he finished paying for what would be his music and they gave him several records of it, being something very big for this father, since he had never managed to have his music in his hands, therefore the first thing he did was to give one to his friend who helped him with the production, another for the owner of the bar and the others he planned to sell them so that he could make himself known. He was jumping with happiness, since it would be another income and through music.
Over the months, this artist with the role of father, had managed to get his music to reach several radio stations, he did not know how he achieved it, certainly allowed him to open many doors of work and in one of those a band known as Risingstrar, called him, as they needed a singer for the next auditions. Therefore, this father and his little son, at last, had found happiness with hard work and dedication, he managed to get a band to take him.
