Part 1

Since I was very small, I learned to play the keyboard and the synthesizer, also the flute, however, everyone laughed at me when I mentioned the latter, so I discarded it. But, unlike many others who also know how to play certain instruments, I never played at concerts, parties or school events. However, in the last few years, encouraged by things that had been told to me by people who had the same ability as me, I began to long to form a band with someone else, a desire that was fueled when a band contest was launched at my university. Unfortunately, I didn't know anyone who knew how to play an instrument or who wanted to work on something with me. So outside my college, I decided to put up a sign inviting those interested in creating a band to join me, and I took the risk of putting my phone number and address for those who wanted to contact me. However, I did not get any response. Such was my desperation, that I stayed up all night waiting for a call. In one of those moments when I felt that my eyes were about to close, I began to draw lines in one of my notebooks and without stopping to write, I said to myself: "I should have written in the letters:

- I should have put on the signs, a specification of how I would like a member of my band to be, I would like him to be dedicated, funny, committed, talented (to such a degree that I would be a shadow of him), to know how to compose songs, to have a great ability to sing and to play the guitar and the electric bass, I would also like him to never disagree with me, to such a degree that we never argue over creative disagreements, and that he had a cool name like Alfonso or Simon and that he could speak Japanese (I love that language) - Then, I whipped the pen over the notebook as I put it down . - I guess that's a hard thing to come by in this world.

After that, looking at the time, yawning and feeling tired, I stood up and got ready for bed.

- It's half past two in the morning, I guess there's no point in staying here anymore, at least not now.

Therefore, I glanced at a calendar hanging on one of the walls, and I saw with discouragement that there were only six days left for the contest to start and only two days to register.

- Should I sign up as a soloist? -I lightly slapped my face. It's more than one member, that's why it says the term "band contest", anyway, I'm not sure if a single keyboard can get people's attention and I'm not the best singer.

I lay down on my bed and hunkered down.

- I'd better think about all this until tomorrow, well, in a few hours. I thought the last words as I remembered it was already three in the morning.

At dawn, a few rays of sunshine woke me up. I was not fully awake when I heard some knocking at the door, so without being able to clear my eyes completely, I got dressed and went to the door, there was a young man about my age with a big black jacket and who was carrying on his back, a long backpack, to whom I opened it.

- Yes? I asked when I got out.

- Good morning, excuse me, are you the one who is requesting a member for a band?

Such words managed to remove all trace of drowsiness.

- Yes, I am very much, my name is Diego, nice to meet you.

- My name is Alfonso Simón, it's my pleasure.

As soon as I heard his name, I wanted to clean my ears, had he said "Alfonso Simón" (the two names I had said the day before). However, I thought it might have been too strange a coincidence, so I overlooked it.

- In that case, come in - I indicated and when we were inside my house, I cleaned up quickly, since I really didn't think anyone would show up with me soon - and I'm sorry for the mess.

- No worries.

Then I pointed to an armchair that was in front of us both, and I told him

- If you like, sit there.

- Oh, sure.

I sat down on a sofa that was in front of that piece of furniture.

- Well, what do you know how to do? I asked.

- I know how to play the guitar and the electric bass, or don't tell me that some of the other members already do that?

- In fact, right in this room are all the members.

We both laughed. I was pleased to realize that he had found my joke funny, I didn't think he would quite get it.

- I prepared a song as an audition. He said earnestly, his backpack from his backpack.

- In that case, show me. It was actually flattering that he was serious about it.

Next, he played his guitar and I was very surprised when he started with his act because he not only played his guitar skillfully, he also interpreted "Yume no naka he", a Japanese song that I liked very much.

- This is starting to scare me - I said to myself .-: these are very strange coincidences, he has those names I wrote in that notebook, he mentioned that he plays the guitar and the bass, he also sang "Yume no nake he" in Japanese (as much as I have tried, I have never been able to memorize it completely) and without getting stuck, maybe it is a coincidence but, it has been very strange - However, I made an effort to repress my strange thoughts .- maybe, it just hurt me to sleep at half past two in the morning.

When he finished, he looked at me and smiling with some nervousness he said:

- And what did you think?

Far from scaring me and questioning him about whether he was someone who met all the above mentioned characteristics because he was orchestrating a plan to harass me, I told him: "What did I think?

- What did I think, right now we are going to sign up for the band contest!

- Band contest?

- Damn, I forgot to write that down on the poster I made!

- Don't worry, I guess a band contest sounds great.

- In that case, as I said a few moments ago, let's sign up.

- Won't we wait for more people to join?

- Not at all. Believe me, I waited five days for more members and no one had joined me, at least until today.