Música entre la niebla
_Caso cerrado!! Nos vamos a pasar las navidades a Las Piedras.
Luego de más de 7 horas y varios obstáculos, encontraron el pueblo, que en principio parecía abandonado. Rudy intentó llamar a la persona que los había contratado, pero se dio cuenta que su celular no tenía señal. Rudy exclamó angustiado:
_¿Y si es una trampa para matarnos? ¡No quiero morir tan joven y menos en un pueblo desconocido! - expresó Rudy con el tono dramático e infantil de siempre.
_Cálmate. Deja el show. Allá hay un tipo. Parece que nos está esperando - expresó Philipe y manejó hasta un hombre que hacía señales con las manos. Efectivamente, el hombre los esperaba y los recibió de manera efusiva.
_¡Bienvenidos! Espero que el viaje no se les haya hecho muy largo - dijo el hombre verdaderamente contento y con mucha amabilidad.
_Pensamos que nos habíamos perdido - expresó Campbell mirando de un lado a otro- ¿Dónde está la gente?
_Oh, a esta hora duermen. Es la hora de la siesta. Pero no se preocupen voy a llevarlos a lo que será su hogar. Síganme - expresó y los chicos manejaron hasta una casita que quedaba en una colina, la cual tenía las puertas y las ventanas cerradas con candado.
_Aquí tienen todo: comida, bebidas y agua caliente. También tienen una sala para que ensayen. Si la neblina me lo permite, subo en la noche a traerles el resto del dinero. Siéntanse como en su casa - dijo el hombre abriendo los candados, mostrando el lugar y luego salió despidiéndose. Los tres se sentaron en unos sofás mullidos y exclamaron llenos de contento:
_Esta es la vida que nos merecemos.
_De repente debemos descansar - aseguró Rudy aunque sabía que sus compañeros no eran los mejores, pero no les decía nada para no herirlos- ¿Qué tal si tomamos algo para calmarnos?
Dejó su instrumento y abrió una botella de Ron Carúpano que había en un estante. Sirvió el líquido en tres vasos y se los entregó a sus compañeros:
_Beban - ordenó como una madre. Lo dijo con aquel tono tan femenino.
Era de noche y hacía frío. De repente escucharon una música parecida a la de ellos. No sabían de dónde venía porque todo estaba cerrado y las calles desoladas.
_Debe ser una grabación - dijeron al mismo tiempo, aunque los tres dudaron. La música se escuchaba lejos, como si viniera de otro pueblo. Los acordes de los instrumentos parecían quejidos, susurros y hasta lamentos. Pero extrañamente, no se escuchaban ruidos humanos, risas, o el sonido de algún artefacto eléctrico encendido.
_¿No les parece extraño que nos hayan contratado, si realmente no somos tan buenos? - preguntó Rudy como pensando en voz alta. Todos se miraron en silencio, pero en ese instante todas las luces se apagaron y ya no volvieron a ver más nada.
Al día siguiente, ya era 24 de diciembre y las calles de Las Piedras seguían solitarias. A lo lejos se escuchaba una brisa que parecía música, como si brotara de la tierra, como si en todo aquel terreno hubiera mil instrumentos enterrados. La casita de la colina, con las puertas y las ventanas cerradas con candado, parecía como si nadie en mil años la hubiese habitado.
La imagen principal es creada y editada en Canva, y el texto fue traducido con Deepl Translate
HASTA UNA PRÓXIMA OPORTUNIDAD, AMIGOS
Versión en inglés
Music in the Fog
It was a week before Christmas when Rudy arrived excited at the rehearsal workshop because they had a potential contract to go to Las Piedras, a small town located on a mountain, 6 hours from the city. Campbell and Philipe refused, arguing that they had never heard of that town and that 6 hours was too long, but when they heard the amount of money they would receive, they hesitated. Then Rudy concluded, in that typical tone he used when he was euphoric:
_Case closed!! We're going to spend Christmas in Las Piedras.
One day before the 24th, the three of them took the group’s old van and headed towards the town. Although there was very little, almost no, information about Las Piedras on social media, the guys had already received 25% of the payment and had given their word, so they ignored any precautions and set off on the trip.
After more than 7 hours and several obstacles, they found the town, which at first seemed abandoned. Rudy tried to call the person who had hired them, but realized that his cell phone had no signal. Rudy cried out in distress:
What if it’s a trap to kill us? I don’t want to die so young, especially in an unknown town! – Rudy exclaimed in his usual dramatic and childish tone.
_Calm down. Leave the show. There's a guy there. It seems that he is waiting for us," said Philipe and drove to a man who was making hand signals. Indeed, the man was waiting for them and received them effusively.
_Welcome! I hope the journey has not been too long for you," said the man, truly happy and very kindly.
_Pensamos we had lost," Campbell said, looking from side to side, "Where are the people?"
_Oh, at this time they are sleeping. It's nap time. But don't worry, I'm going to take you to what will be your home. Follow me," he said, and the boys drove to a little house on a hill, which had the doors and windows locked.
_Aquí have everything: food, drinks and hot water. They also have a room for them to rehearse. If the fog allows me, I go up at night to bring them the rest of the money. Feel at home - said the man opening the locks, showing the place and then left saying goodbye. The three of them sat down on soft sofas and exclaimed with joy:
_Esta is the life we deserve.
After resting for a while and freshening up, they started practicing. Campbell still couldn't quite hit the right pitch, and Philipe wasn't making the right blend. Frustration took over them because they were trying hard and everything was going wrong.
"Suddenly we need to rest," Rudy said, even though he knew his companions weren't the best, but he didn't say anything to avoid hurting them. "How about we have a drink to calm down?"
He set down his instrument and opened a bottle of Carúpano Rum that was on a shelf. He poured the liquid into three glasses and handed them to his companions:
_Beban - she commanded like a mother. She said it in that very feminine tone.
It was night and cold. Suddenly, they heard music similar to theirs. They didn’t know where it was coming from because everything was closed and the streets were deserted.
_It must be a recording - they said at the same time, although all three hesitated. The music was heard from afar, as if it came from another town. The chords of the instruments sounded like moans, whispers, and even laments. But strangely, there were no human sounds, no laughter, or the noise of any electrical device turned on.
_Don’t you find it strange that they hired us if we aren’t really that good? - asked Rudy, thinking out loud. They all looked at each other in silence, but at that moment all the lights went out and they could see nothing more.
The next day, it was already December 24th, and the streets of Las Piedras remained deserted. In the distance, a breeze could be heard that sounded like music, as if it were coming from the earth, as if a thousand instruments were buried throughout that land. The little house on the hill, with its doors and windows locked with chains, looked as if no one had ever lived there for a thousand years.