La sonrisa que devolvió la emoción perdida | Risingstar- Concurso [ESP/ENG]

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la inspiracion no habia llegado en mucho tiempo y cada vez se notaba mas el cansancio y en agotamiento en los chicos que en algun momento inspirados y energicos transmitian su pasion musical en el escenario , philipe en cada ensayo solia sentarse y mirar a la nada esperando encontrar esa pizca de lo que lo hacia estar por horas en la musica , veia a su compañero campbell como este parecia estar en automatico con cada tecla , como si su mente siguiera un patron ya establecido de notas lineales ,Rudi por su parte parecía una marioneta sacando acordes en su guitarra mientras extrañaba esos momentos donde sin pensar hacia tantos movimientos con esta en el escenario que muchos decían que danzaba y su espectáculo visual era totalmente lleno de vida .

Llevaban así varios años, estancados en las mismas melodías de aquel cuaderno que compartían y que tenía escrita toda su historia, desde el cómo se conocieron hasta sus más profundos pensamientos. Cada escrito de este era como un tesoro que expresaba lo que los unía; aun así, en el mismo tiempo que su ritmo había mermado, habían evitado a toda costa tocar el cuaderno, por lo que este permanecía en un estante discreto guardado. Ellos sentían que si lo revisaban o leían estando así, capaz podrían afectar el significado de este, ya que era lo único que les quedaba de toda esa emoción que tuvieron en algún momento.

Fuera del mundo musical, su vida no era distinta. Rudy tenía un trabajo monótono que lo hacía sentir que todo en su entorno era un bucle, cosa que por momentos lo hacía desconcentrarse y quedarse pensando; incluso solía olvidar darle mantenimiento a su guitarra y siempre era en el último momento cuando recordaba hacerlo y era a prisas, por lo que al tocar sentía insatisfacción total y eso lo carcomía tanto que se veía afectado su humor, pasando de un chico alegre y enérgico a uno callado y malhumorado.

Philipe, por su parte, era el que menos lograba alinearse; pasaba horas buscando y trabajando en mezclas de audio y pistas para la banda que simplemente al final de la jornada sentía que su trabajo no valía y terminaba borrando todo el trabajo y eso lo frustraba, pues sentía que estaba perdiendo el toque en lo que mas le gustaba y no lograba compaginar algo por mas que conociera los gustas y estiloc con los que siempre habian tocado juntos .

Por su parte, Campbell, su distracción no era tanto porque perdiera el rumbo en la música, sino porque su vida nueva como padre primerizo lo consumía y lo hacía no tener mucho tiempo para los chicos y la banda. Él estaba aún consciente del entorno y lo que pasaba, pero por momentos sentía que no podía hacer nada, y es que cada uno de los chicos estaba experimentando un miedo en común y este era el hecho de que simplemente un día la música ya no fuera para ellos y tuvieran que dejarla, cosa que los consumía y aterraba, ya que Rudy sentía que se había ido eso de él; Philipe tenía una inseguridad generada y Campbell. sentia que su familia y sus responsabilidades serian algo que harian que tuviera que alejarse de la musica .

Sin embargo, cierto día, mientras cuidaba a su hijo, aprovechó a limpiar su teclado; pensó que tal vez podría tener un tiempo para despejar la mente y así posiblemente encontraría la solución a todo. Sin embargo, lo que no esperaba era que, mientras comprobaba el sonido, empezaría a escuchar risitas pequeñas y aplausos que venían de su hijo; este lo miraba con una alegría genuina mientras escuchaba las notas musicales. La mirada de emoción del niño fue algo que Campbell no pudo resistir y tocó para él una pequeña melodía, aquella con la que solía practicar en sus inicios y que también compartía con sus amigos como primeras melodías de aquel cuaderno.

Era una melodía suave, pero que transmitía mucha emoción, y para aquel niño era algo que hacía que no parara de reír, aplaudir y moverse como si simplemente fuera para él lo mejor ver a su padre tocando. En un pequeño impulso, este tomó su teléfono y grabó al pequeño feliz con la melodía y lo envió a sus amigos, quienes al ver esto, sus miradas eran de asombro. Para Rudy, el cual estaba teniendo un día difícil, fue algo que simplemente le sacó una sonrisa y lo hizo sentarse a observar cómo aquel pequeño era feliz con la melodía con la que inició toda su vida musical. Y por otra parte, Philipe estuvo riendo sin parar, pues sentía una emoción que lo hizo utilizar de inspiración ese pequeño video para hacer una versión de aquella melodía.

Ese día aquel pequeño no solo había sido feliz viendo a su padre tocar el teclado, sino que a su manera había logrado que aquellos tres amigos sintieran algo que estaban buscando sin parar, lo cual era emoción y alegría, y sobre todo esa pequeña sonrisa había logrado borrar el miedo que tanto sentían. Pasados los días, en los siguientes ensayos, Campbell llevaba al pequeño para que disfrutara de la música y este corría y jugaba con todos de manera alegre, llenando el estudio de una emoción que contagiaba tanto que simplemente hacía que todos estuvieran enérgicos y contentos, y poco a poco fueron de nuevo aquella banda que brillaba con tanto fervor y de nuevo volvieron a escribir en aquel cuaderno y todo esto gracias a la sonrisa de aquel pequeño que ahora también dejaba su nombre y la historia de cómo había devuelto la alegría a la banda.

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Inspiration had been elusi
ve for a long time, and the weariness and exhaustion of the boys, who at times had been inspired and energetic, were becoming increasingly evident. Philipe, at every rehearsal, would sit and stare into space, hoping to find that spark of what had kept him immersed in music for hours. He watched his bandmate Campbell, seemingly on autopilot with each key, as if his mind were following a pre-established pattern of linear notes. Rudi, for his part, resembled a puppet, coaxing chords from his guitar while longing for those moments when, without thinking, he would make so many movements on stage that many said he was dancing, and his visual spectacle was utterly vibrant.

They had been like this for several years, stuck on the same melodies from that notebook they shared, a notebook that held their entire story, from how they met to their deepest thoughts. Each entry was like a treasure, expressing what bound them together. Even so, as their rhythm slowed, they had avoided touching the notebook at all costs, so it remained discreetly stored away on a shelf. They felt that if they reviewed or read it in this state, they might alter its meaning, since it was all that remained of the emotion they had once felt.

Outside the world of music, their lives were no different. Rudy had a monotonous job that made him feel like everything around him was a loop, which sometimes caused him to lose focus and get lost in thought; he even often forgot to maintain his guitar and always remembered to do it at the last minute, and then in a rush, so when he played he felt completely dissatisfied, and this gnawed at him so much that it affected his mood, turning him from a cheerful and energetic boy into a quiet and grumpy one.

Philippe, for his part, was the one who was least able to get on board; He would spend hours searching for and working on audio mixes and tracks for the band, but at the end of the day he would feel that his work was worthless and would end up deleting all of it. This frustrated him, as he felt he was losing his touch in what he loved most and couldn't seem to put anything together, even though he knew the tastes and styles they had always played together.

For his part, Campbell's distraction wasn't so much because he'd lost his way musically, but because his new life as a first-time father was consuming him, leaving him little time for the boys and the band. He was still aware of his surroundings and what was happening, but at times he felt powerless. Each of the boys was experiencing a shared fear: that one day music might simply no longer be for them and they'd have to give it up. This thought consumed and terrified them, as Rudy felt that his passion was gone; Philipe was experiencing a growing insecurity; and Campbell felt that his family and responsibilities would force him to abandon music.

However, one day, while looking after his son, he took the opportunity to clean his keyboard. He thought that perhaps he could clear his mind and possibly find the solution to everything. However, what he didn't expect was that, while checking the sound, he would begin to hear little giggles and applause coming from his son; the boy was looking at him with genuine joy as he listened to the musical notes. Campbell couldn't resist the boy's excited expression and played a little melody for him, the one he used to practice with in his early days and that he also shared with his friends as the first melodies from his notebook.

It was a soft melody, but one that conveyed a lot of emotion, and for the boy, it was something that made him laugh, clap, and move around as if watching his father play was simply the best thing ever. On a whim, he took out his phone and recorded the little boy happily playing the melody and sent it to his friends, who, upon seeing it, looked on in amazement. For Rudy, who was having a difficult day, it was something that simply brought a smile to his face and made him sit and watch how happy the little boy was with the melody that had started his entire musical life. Meanwhile, Philipe couldn't stop laughing, feeling an emotion that inspired him to use that short video to create his own version of the melody.

That day, the little boy hadn't just been happy watching his father play the keyboard; in his own way, he had managed to make those three friends feel something they had been searching for: excitement and joy. Above all, that little smile had erased the fear they felt so deeply. As the days passed, during subsequent rehearsals, Campbell brought the little boy along so he could enjoy the music. He would run and play with everyone joyfully, filling the studio with a contagious enthusiasm that simply made everyone energetic and happy. And little by little, they became that band again, shining with such fervor, and once again they began writing in that notebook. All of this was thanks to the smile of that little boy, who now also left his name and the story of how he had brought joy back to the band.

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