This all began in a club called "The Blues." This club has been popular for its performers. One day, you and your friends decided to take a break from work and go to the club, which requires IDs showing your ages. You got in, and it was more packed because it was a Saturday at 12:00 PM.

At some point, your friends left you and went their separate ways to enjoy themselves. As for you, you chose to sit down at a table smoking the hookah the club provided. As you smoked, you saw the next performer up, named Manolo Saralegui. You didn't think much of him and kept smoking until he started singing. You stopped and watched him perform. He had a lovely singing voice, and as he sang while playing the guitar, people flashed their lights as an effect, enjoying his music. His music was telling you a story. You looked into his eyes, seeing right through, almost as if you had seen what had happened to him, or as if you were right there, almost as a spectator. As his song was over, you paid the owner of the club a heavy penny to meet Manolo backstage. As you saw him about to leave and go home, you said, "Wait!"