¿Quién?¿Cómo?¿Por qué? Concurso de escritura - KARAOKE [ESP/ENG]

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Las lentejuelas de su vestido centelleaban. El charol de sus botas altas y blancas también brillaba. Ella resplandecía. Sus labios pintados de rojo, y aquel color que había adquirido su pelo con ese tinte para cabello rubio que había comprado en el supermercado. Tenía un look setentero que le sentaba estupendamente. Allí arriba, subida en aquel escenario de madera barnizada y moviendo su cintura de un lado a otro. Las piernas juntas, las rodillas flexionadas y un ligero balanceo a ritmo de cuatro por cuatro.

Estaba preciosa.

Tenía el micrófono agarrado con la mano izquierda, aunque no era zurda. Cantaba bien alto el tema que sus amigas le habían escogido. Ellas tenían esa costumbre navideña, terminar en un karaoke obligadas a cantar canciones que otros han elegido para ellas. Da igual que se la sepan o no. Si la conocen, suerte que han tenido, si no a improvisar. Esa es la gracia del asunto.

No podía apartar la vista de su cara. La piel fina y tersa. Sus abultados mofletes. Ese flequillo abombado y los ojos marrones con forma de almendra. Era la mujer de sus sueños.

Del altavoz emergía un sonido un tanto estridente. El karaoke no era precisamente un lugar agradable, sino más bien un antro cutre en el que por cada canción que cantabas te premiaban con un pequeño bol de plástico con palomitas de bolsa. Todo un detalle.
El camarero y dueño y DJ era un señor mayor bastante maltratado por la vida. Un hombre cansado de todo que cada noche tenía la obligación de barrer literalmente a algún borracho que se había quedado dormido en los cómodos bancos de espuma.

Te quiero, le grito mientras cantaba.
Ella le miró y le sonrió
Se emocionó . Pensó que eso significaba que el sentimiento era recíproco. Al bajar del escenario se acercó a ella y le plantó un beso en los labios. La cantante la miró extrañada y le dijo:
-¿Qué haces? Somos amigas. ¿A qué ha venido eso?
-Lo siento. Te grite que te quería y me sonreíste. Perdona, pensé que…
-¿Qué? Con el altavoz al lado no entendía nada. Te sonreí como en cualquier otro momento. Malinterpretaste, lo siento.

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The sequins on her dress sparkled. The patent leather of her tall white boots also glittered. She glowed. Her lips painted red, and that color her hair had acquired with that "blonde hair dye" she had bought at the supermarket. She had a seventies look that suited her perfectly. Up there, up on that varnished wooden stage and swaying her waist from side to side. Legs together, knees bent, and a slight swaying four-four rhythm.

She looked beautiful.

She had the microphone clutched in her left hand, though she was not left-handed. She sang loudly the song her friends had chosen for her. They had that Christmas habit, ending up in a karaoke room forced to sing songs that others had chosen for them. It doesn't matter if they know it or not. If they knew it, they were lucky, if not, they had to improvise. That's the fun of it.

I couldn't take my eyes off her face. The fine, smooth skin. Her bulging cheeks. Those puffy bangs and almond-shaped brown eyes. She was the woman of his dreams.

From the loudspeaker came a somewhat shrill sound. The karaoke was not exactly a nice place, but more like a sleazy joint where for every song you sang you were rewarded with a small plastic bowl of popcorn. Quite a detail.
The bartender and owner and DJ was an older man who was quite battered by life. A man tired of everything who every night had the obligation to literally sweep up some drunk who had fallen asleep on the comfortable foam benches.

I love you, he shouted to her as he sang.
She looked up at him and smiled.
He was touched and thought that meant it was reciprocated. When he got off the stage he approached her and planted a kiss on her lips. The singer looked at her strangely and said

  • What are you doing? We're friends. What was that for?
  • I'm sorry. I shouted that I loved you and you smiled at me. Sorry, I thought that...
  • What? With the speakerphone next to me, I couldn't understand anything. I smiled at you like any other time. You misunderstood, I'm sorry.

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Perfect. Thanks

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De nada @mofles, es un placer 😊🌹 ¡Gracias por su participación de lesiones! Buen dia! 🌹🌹🌹

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