"The next song is for my best friend, let's see if I can get her to loosen up a little tonight..." I say without taking my eyes off you, giving you a smile and earning me a sleeve cut from you.

If you ask me how it is possible that she and I are best friends, well, I wouldn't know what to answer because I don't believe it either. We are the most opposite polar opposites in the world. On the one hand, you are the perfect student, the perfect daughter, the perfect friend, everything is perfect in your life... except me. I am, as my mother likes to say, the reincarnation of the devil. I'm always in trouble, I'm always angry with life, I don't know how but I always, always, get into fights. So no, I don't know how, for some reason, we can't live without each other.

My guitar begins to resonate throughout the space of the seedy bar where we are, the only bar that lets me and my band, White Eskimo, play. And like every weekend, you're here watching us play. I could never thank you enough for what you do for me, that's why I'm grateful every day to have you by my side.

The notes of my guitar disperse a little when I see that a man of about 40 years old begins to bother you and touch you without your permission. I don't think much about it when I stop playing and hit him with my guitar, leaving him unconscious on the floor.

"Bastard." I say throwing my guitar on the ground and going towards you.