One Shot

I just moved to a new apartment and I didn’t have the opportunity yet to meet any of my neighbors. I thought that the “One shot” assignment would be a good excuse to get on with someone of the building.  A lot of times I hear someone playing music in the apartment next to mine. Sometimes I hear the piano and other times someone playing the guitar.  I had no idea if the musician was a man or a woman, a young or an old person. I didn’t know either if he or she was a multi-skilled artist or if there was more than one musician living in the same place. So I decided to ring the bell of the apartment number 5 and for the ten seconds that I was waiting in front of the door, thousands of questions came into my head: Is this person living alone? Is her or him obsessed with cats? Is this person really a professional musician or does he/she play for fun? If she is a woman, do I have something in common with her? If he is a man, is he the man of my life? …

Anyway, someone open the door and I could see Michael, a charming old man with an indelible smile. We were talking for a while and it was so funny to discover that we have more in common that I could imagine. He never traveled to Spain, my country, but he is a huge fan of Flamenco music. We were talking about Camaron and Paco de Lucía, Billie Holliday or Stan Getz, while he was playing the guitar in his living room.  

 

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