CHAPTER 2:
Notes flew freely in my head, naturally I began to sing in a voice almost inaudible. That I get into the most interesting moment of the song my friend wakes me parallel world in which I find myself.
- Alex... awake. -He laughs Alice snapping his fingers in my face.
- Ah... sorry, I was in my world. -I apologize back to reality.
- I've managed to hail a cab, go! -It urges.
We delve inside the car, we both know French perfectly, but she prefers to take care of everything.
We got into the middle of the city, our eyes light up, before we imposed the famous Eiffel Tower. For the ears we runs a rhythmic and catchy song from a few street musicians placed in the area, there are also dancers.
- I come a desire to accompany... She says excitedly.
- Can we do it? If we leave... I comment without finishing the sentence.
He looks at me and then the musicians, although we do seem crazy, we asked permission to sing and dance with them, they are good people and we allow it. I take out my guitar from its case to play a few chords to the tune of "My favorite things (Diana)" I begin to sing without fear, but also a little nervous as I had never done any acting in the street, we move freely in the area without departing much from our location. People come slowly to listen with joy.
We decided to finish by today, the applause surround us, and the compliments too, as people usually get used to do in these situations, we have photographed and filmed in equal measure.
The boys have given us in appreciation of the gains have been many and their abundance as to afford to leave us something.
-It was amazing! -Repeat Alice cheerfully.
-I tell you ! It was a blast! Do not know how we managed to end up in this situation... Haha. -River of No to restrain.
- We're famous in Paris... Hehe. -Continued.
- No, no... But it was great as so many people have stopped to listen and then have heard so many nice comments. -I mean remembering what a few moments ago.
We walked in looking for a hotel that we have recommended the band, besides having their numbers and perhaps some other time to do more concerts.
The night comes slowly obscuring the streets, which require to be lit by streetlights that adorn them.
- Want to be a singer... right? -Says without notice.
- Yes, it's my dream. Able to sing for thousands of people, sharing my talent, experience new cultures and places, see new faces... -I list again lost in my daydreams.
- Why do not you? Look at the effect it has had on all those people. She says almost as angry.
- Not only was I... well, I have thought that when we go to England... you can try your luck at The X Factor... -I remember.
Silence again, just when we arrived at our hotel....