Dragon
I entered the Bar which, unlike the other days, was a little more crowded, I faced Tip across the counter preparing a glass and serving myself before ordering.
I looked around, and I saw three different faces, women too pretty for Fort George, the brother seemed to follow my gaze and smiled.
“I think they're new to the area, but it's the second day they've been there.” He smiled, handing himself a glass.
Weird why the two girls who looked identical except one with pink streaks and the other with blue streaks and a very serious guy would be here, if it's not for drugs or guns they must be hookers.
I turned around better to watch the bitches maybe pay for a trio job, the pink-haired one seems to be trying to convince the other of something.
Their fair skin contrasting with their black hair and at the same time making them look like fucking Snow White.
— I pay for the round! – Tip yelled after me, I looked at him – You'll like the show.
The girl with pink locks convinced the other, jumped up, reaching the counter Tip held out two microphones.
I rolled my eyes at my brother, watched the girl who took the stage watching the work in full, her short black hair with the blue streaks highlighted against a black long-sleeved sweater, the collar covering her thin neck while enhancing her breasts. full and defined waist.
The skintight jeans gave away her wide hips, the other gave away the microphone and there was the resemblance between them. The smiling girl with pink streaks wearing jeans with some rips on the thighs and a discreet white T-shirt, her arms weren't covered like the other's.
“Fuckin' again.” The brother had mused that he wanted karaoke at the bar, while we were trying to get that idea out of him.
It was painful to listen to junkies trying to sing something high.
The few good people in the neighborhood work early so the weekday traffic is weak, and college students like to party on Fridays.
I waited for one of those popular tunes to start playing and the blue haired brunette looked bored, apprehensive while the other looked for some sound on the equipment, which surprised me this means that yesterday the two must have sung and when the familiar beat ran through my ears I felt heart racing, blood starting to boil.
Meet me on the Equinox
meet me half way
When the sun is perched at it's highest peek
In the middle of the day
Let me give my love to you
Let me take your hand
And as we walk in the dimming light
Oh darling understand
That everything, everything ends
That everything, everything ends
No little girl would sing this song, turning towards the small audience the brunette with blue locks closed her eyes and when she opened she focused on me. Every note of my brother's favorite rock song escaping his pink lips, taking my mind back to that fucking desert the screams, the dust, the blood around my body the gun in my hands and when it hit the lowest note high I felt like a fisherman being lured by a siren's song.
That everything, everything ends
That everything, everything ends
“I told you they're good.” Tip cut my thoughts off by filling his glass.
- Who are they? – I asked, hoping that the idiot knows something.
“I don't know brother. – Her gaze following the movements of the girl with the sleeveless blouse.
The motherfucker leaned against the bench watching the two of them, practically drooling, I looked again at the guy who seems to accompany them drinking a beer, eating chips without caring at all about two guys drying the girls, he doesn't seem to be the boyfriend of neither of them, at least if it was I would make her sing just for me, without any motherfucker wanting to beat one for that delicious voice.
The song ended and the one with blue streaks seemed about to run from the stage when the other one put on another song, not knowing the beat I realized it was one of those new songs. The one with the pink hair began to sing in a whisper, the music slow and calm. Dancing on top of the stage leaning on the other's hand.
- They can only be twins - I commented to no one in particular.
“I'm sure,” Tip replied, and was encouraged by the silence.
I turned my face watching the brother drooling next to me for the girl and the beat of the music started to change slowly and the other's voice sounded.
I don't report to you
I don't report to you, no
'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty
You made me hate this city
And I don't talk shit about you on the internet
Never told anyone anything bad
'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything
And all that you did was make me fucking sad
So don't waste the time I don't have
And don't try to make me feel bad
His voice sounding strong against the microphone without losing his breath, all his feelings being exposed in every note of his voice.
The two finished, coming down from the small stage and walking towards the counter for a moment I thought she would come towards me, but she only reached out to take the glass of beer, the desire to listen to her voice a little longer took over mine. head, the little woman turned around.