Invisible String

Chapter 1 -The band

The nightclub was barely full, but that was to be expected. After all, it was an exclusive venue where only a select few were invited to enter.

The club was immersed in a hypnotic, vibrant atmosphere. Dim, colorful lights reflected off the polished surfaces, creating flashes that blended with the rhythm of the music. The immersive sound from the speakers filled the space, captivating those present in a symphony of beats and contagious melodies.

The dance floor, illuminated by flashing lights, became a frenzy of energy and movement. Energetic, happy bodies moved to the music, swept away by the passion and freedom the club offered. The atmosphere was infused with a sense of euphoria and escape, exactly the kind of energy I needed right now as adrenaline from the show i just played still coursed through my veins.

This place was a haven for music and fun lovers, a place where inhibitions faded away, and personal expression was celebrated. It was a microcosm of fleeting emotions and connections, where laughter, encounters, and memorable moments were woven into the fabric of the night. 

Whenever I was in California, I couldn't help but stop by this place.

As soon as I entered, I took the hand of my best friend, Veronica. She was also part of my tour as a dancer. We first met during my first world tour, and from that moment on, we became inseparable, despite coming from two completely different worlds. Veronica was someone I deeply loved, and her presence made my time away from home much more bearable.

Once inside the nightclub, the dancers scattered in different directions, eager to immerse themselves in the atmosphere. Some headed straight to the center of the dance floor, where they let their creativity and movements flow with overflowing passion. Their bodies moved in harmony with the music, creating a hypnotic dance that caught the attention of everyone present.

Meanwhile, other dancers and a part of my band opted to head to the bar, seeking refreshments and cocktails to replenish their energy. There, they mingled with the crowd, chatting animatedly and sharing laughter between sips of their drinks.

Both Veronica and I joined the second group, intending to kick off the night with a good shot of tequila. I still felt the adrenaline rushing through my veins after the show, and I longed to prolong that feeling of excitement through fun and dancing. As we approached the bar, I could feel the pulse of the music and the vibration of the atmosphere in my chest, which fueled the fire of the energy and passion we had experienced during our show. 

I sat at the bar, letting my friend order the drinks for us, while I looked around and enjoyed the music of the band occupying the stage, causing my body to sway involuntarily from side to side, enjoying the sound.

The melodic chords and introspective lyrics resonated in every corner. My gaze remained fixed on the band, which I did not know.

Usually, the artists who played at this club were world-renowned, so it seemed unusual to me not to recognize them. Before I could think much more about it, Veronica arrived by my side, laughing, and handed me the drink, which I didn't take long to bring to my lips. A grimace quickly took over my face.

I didn't like drinking alcohol, but I enjoyed its effect at social events.

"Guess who hasn't had to pay a penny for drinks?" my friend smiles mischievously. I laugh at her words; it was nothing new for her that something like this would happen, yet she always seemed surprised.

Veronica is only two years older than me, of average height, and has a slim, athletic build, of course, because she trains a lot as a dancer. Her hair is a platinum blonde of short length, which makes her wear it loose most of the time, as is the case tonight. Her eyes are large and expressive, of a light blue tone that stands out on her face, and her clear and smooth complexion, despite the occasional bruise due to her clumsiness when training.