Un ángel al rescate
_No tenemos escapatoria: debemos contratar a Dean, es el único que puede hacer que la gira no sea un fracaso.
_¡Sabes lo que pienso de Dean! Es un maldito buitre –afirmó agriamente Harry levantándose de la silla donde estaba y caminando hacia la nevera. Allí tomó una cerveza, la abrió y se la tomó en dos grandes sorbos.
_Pero es un genio, tiene los contactos, sabe del mercado musical y seguro podrá darnos luz en estos momentos –aseguró Gary convencido. Harry tomó otra cerveza, la abrió y esta sí se la tomó lentamente:
_Si quieres lo llamas tú y ya veremos. Dean y yo nunca hemos congeniado: él sabe que estoy en contra de sus métodos –expresó Harry vencido y Gary, sin esperar nada, tomó su celular y llamó a Dean. Luego de un breve saludo, quedaron en verse allí mismo, en la casa de Harry, a las 7 de la noche. Cuando Gary cortó la llamada, los dos hicieron un movimiento en los hombros, como si una parte del peso que llevaban encima, hubiese caído.
_¡Qué tal, amigos! ¿Cómo está la música? –expresó Dean demasiado entusiasta para ser verdad. Con sus contactos, seguramente ya sabía el problema que tenía la banda de Harry y Gary:
_Justamente te llamamos porque necesitamos tus servicios, tu ayuda –le dijo Gary extendiéndole la mano. Luego de saludarse, todos se sentaron y Harry fue el que tomó la palabra:
_¡Amaia renunció al grupo y nos dejó guindando! Lo peor: dentro de un mes comenzamos una gira sumamente importante –expresó Harry y tuvo la sensación de ver una leve sonrisa en la boca de Dean. Sin embargo continuó:
_Necesitamos que nos ayudes a contratar a otra persona y que nos orientes en las estrategias que debemos seguir para que el público no nos abandone. Dean se acomodó en el sofá y experto en aquellos asuntos, expresó sonreído:
_Es fácil. Puedo hacer que todos ganemos. Tengo la voz que necesitan y el plan también lo tengo. La única condición: quiero el 50% de las ganancias de la gira. –dejó caer sonreído. Gary y Harry se vieron, conscientes de que era mucho dinero, pero qué podían hacer. Estaban entre la espada y la pared.
_Tonta, es una tonta. Pero nosotros estamos fritos sin esa tonta –dijo de manera triste y en ese instante, pasaba por una iglesia, y como llamado por una voz, entró:
_¡Tal vez Dios tenga una solución para nosotros –pensó de manera irónica y casi le da un infarto cuando escuchó a la chica que cantaba en ese instante. No solo era bella, sino que tenía una dulce voz, melódica, como la de un ángel. Harry tenía la boca abierta escuchándola cantar y sin esperar un minuto, cuando terminó la misa, se acercó a ella:
_Hola, qué tal. Mi nombre es Harry.
_Hola, qué tal. Me llamo Sally –dijo la chica sonreída entendiéndole la mano.
_¿Te gustaría trabajar en una banda musical? –le preguntó Harry sin anestesia aquella mañana.
Y así comenzó la verdadera locura. Sally no solo se convirtió en la vocalista de la banda, también comenzaron una gira exitosa por todo el continente. El público la aceptó y la ovacionó de pie. “Si los ángeles tuvieran voz, seguro sería como la voz de Sally”, decía la crítica especializada. Harry y Gary estaban felices por el éxito obtenido, pero más felices estaban porque no cayeron en las garras de Dean.
HASTA UNA PRÓXIMA OPORTUNIDAD, AMIGOS
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An angel to the rescue
Harry ran his hands over his head in a gesture of despair. Gary, who was sitting in a corner, commented after a sigh:
_We have no escape: we must hire Dean, he is the only one who can make the tour not a failure.
You know what I think of Dean! He's a bloody vulture,” Harry said sourly, getting up from the chair he was sitting in and walking to the fridge. There he picked up a beer, opened it and drank it in two big gulps.
But he's a genius, he's got the contacts, he knows the music market and I'm sure he'll be able to give us some light at this time,” Gary said with conviction. Harry took another beer, opened it and drank it slowly:
_If you want to call him and we'll see. Dean and I have never hit it off: he knows I'm against his methods,” said Harry defeated and Gary, without waiting for anything, took his cell phone and called Dean. After a brief greeting, they agreed to meet there, at Harry's house, at 7 pm. When Gary cut the call, they both made a movement in their shoulders, as if some of the weight they were carrying had fallen off.
Dean arrived at the appointed time: impeccable, with a smile like a toothpaste commercial and wrapped in the scent of an expensive perfume.
Howdy, folks! How's the music? -Dean said, too enthusiastic to be true. With his contacts, surely he already knew the problem Harry and Gary's band was having:
We just called you because we need your services, your help, said Gary extending his hand to him. After greeting each other, they all sat down and Harry was the one who took the floor:
Amaia quit the group and left us hanging! The worst: in a month we start a very important tour,” said Harry and he had the sensation of seeing a slight smile on Dean's mouth. However, he continued:
_We need you to help us hire another person and to guide us in the strategies we must follow so that the public doesn't abandon us. Dean settled back on the couch and expert in those matters, he smiled:
_It's easy. I can make us all win. I have the voice they need and I have the plan too. The only condition: I want 50% of the profits from the tour. -he dropped a grin. Gary and Harry looked at each other, aware that it was a lot of money, but what could they do. They were between a rock and a hard place.
The next day, as Harry walked down San Fernandez Avenue, he thought about what Dean had said: they had a week to think about their proposal. Harry wrinkled his face annoyed with himself for falling into Dean's clutches and with Amaia for leaving them:
_Silly, she's a bimbo. But we're toast without that bimbo,” he said sadly, and at that instant, he was passing by a church, and as if called by a voice, he entered:
Maybe God has a solution for us, he thought ironically and almost had a heart attack when he heard the girl singing at that instant. Not only was she beautiful, but she had a sweet voice, melodic, like that of an angel. Harry had his mouth open listening to her singing and without waiting a minute, when the mass was over, he approached her:
_Hello, how are you. My name is Harry.
Hello, how are you? My name is Sally,” said the smiling girl, holding his hand.
Would you like to work in a band? -Harry asked her without anesthesia that morning.
And so the real craze began. Not only did Sally become the lead singer of the band, they also began a successful tour across the continent. The audience embraced her and gave her a standing ovation. “If angels had a voice, it would surely be like Sally's voice”, said the specialized critics. Harry and Gary were happy for their success, but they were happier because they did not fall into Dean's clutches.