El concierto de los chicos malos
Jamás habían ido a la cárcel, aunque cuando salieron del liceo, prefirieron comenzar a trabajar haciendo de todo. Tampoco eran malos hijos, ni malos amigos, pero la sociedad los había marginado muy tempranamente.
Kirk se habái dedicado a hacer de todo y Brandon tenía una habilidad que tenían pocos: rapeaba como un experto. De allí que, luego de salir de su trabajo como mesonero, se dedicaba a rapear en una plaza, donde la gente, admirada por su talento, le regalaba algunas monedas.
_¿Qué hubo, wey?
_¡Chamo, estoy mal! Mamá necesita hacerse unos exámenes muy costosos y no sé dónde buscar la plata porque todo el mundo está igual que nosotros: limpio y comiendo aire. - expresó Kirk con cara de verdadera preocupación.
_Caramba, sabes que si tuviera, te lo daría todo, chamo. Tu mamá es como mi mamá. Pero hoy he hecho muy poco porque hubo una reunión religiosa aquí y mandaron a desalojar la plaza - dijo Brandon y vio como había pocas personas.
_Sí, justamente vine a hablar contigo de eso. Tú sabes que yo tengo un amigo que tiene un teatro. Bueno, he pensado comenzar a alquilar ese teatro. Y quiero comenzar contigo, Wey. Yo sé tu talento, sé tus ganas de trabajar. Alquilaríamos el teatro y el dinero que entre por las ventas, se dividirá en 50 y 50. ¿Qué te parece? - preguntó Kirk, casi rogando. Brandon lo vio y le dijo:
_Sí va. Usted es mi hermano y los hermanos están para lo que sea - expresó el chico y le dio la mano al otro.
_¡Seguro van puros viciosos! –decían desconfiados.
_¡Claro que no! Es un concierto familiar. Es para recaudar fondos para comprarle el tratamiento a la mamá de un amigo –le decía Brandon a los posibles compradores. Y fue así que pudieron vender toda la boletería.
Brandon no solo se lució rapeando ese día, también llegó a cantar algunas otras canciones, fuera de su repertorio, que el público le pidió.
Al final, afónico de tanto cantar y de la emoción, Brandon mandó a llamar a Kirk al escenario y en medio del público, rapeó:
“Este es mi hermano,
él es como yo,
y aunque no tengamos la misma sangre,
los dos somos hijos de Dios.
Somos gente buena,
aunque de nosotros hablen lo peor.
No matamos, no robamos, solo nos gusta la diversión.
Y el dinero que ganamos
ese que ahorramos hoy:
no es para vicios, ni nada malo.
Es para maíta, que está enferma,
Y requiere de vuestro favor”.
Y así la gente comenzó a aplaudir y al final, muchos hicieron donaciones para el tratamiento de la mamá de Kirk, que al final fue conocida como la madre de todos.
HASTA UNA PRÓXIMA OPORTUNIDAD, AMIGOS
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The concert of the bad boys
Maybe it was the way they dressed, or maybe it was the way they looked at life: uncomplicated, unassuming, straightforward. But without knowing why: Kirk and Brandon were considered bad boys.
They had never been to jail, although when they got out of high school, they preferred to start working doing everything. They were neither bad sons, nor bad friends, but society had marginalized them at a very early age.
Brandon had a skill that few others had: he rapped like an expert. That's why, after leaving his job as a waiter, he rapped in a square, where people, admiring his talent, gave him a few coins.
That's where he was when Kirk appeared with a sad face. Brandon saw him and knew that something was wrong with Kirk, his friend always had a smile on his face; so he finished his performance and then approached his friend:
_What's up, wey?
Boy, I'm sick! Mom needs to have some very expensive tests and I don't know where to look for the money because everybody is the same: clean and eating air. - said Kirk with a look of real concern on his face.
Gee, you know if I had it, I'd give it all to you, kiddo. Your mom is like my mom. But today I have done very little because there was a religious meeting here and they had to clear the square,” said Brandon and saw how few people were there.
Yes, I just came to talk to you about that. You know I have a friend who owns a theater. Well, I've been thinking of starting to rent that theater. And I want to start with you, Wey. I know your talent, I know your desire to work. We'll rent the theater and the money that comes in from the sales will be divided 50-50. - Kirk asked, almost begging. Brandon looked at him and said:
Yes, it goes. You are my brother and brothers are for anything,” said the boy and shook hands with the other.
Before the concert date, many people were reluctant to buy tickets:
Seguro van puros viciosos they said distrustfully.
Of course not. It's a family concert. It's a fundraiser to buy treatment for a friend's mom,” Brandon told potential buyers. And that's how they were able to sell out.
Brandon was not only great at rapping that day, he also got to sing some songs outside of his repertoire, which the audience requested.
At the end, hoarse from so much singing and excitement, Brandon called Kirk to the stage and in the middle of the audience, he rapped:
“This is my brother,
he's just like me,
and even though we don't have the same blood,
we are both children of God.
We are good people,
even if they say the worst about us.
We don't kill, we don't steal, we just like to have fun.
And the money we earn
that we save today:
it's not for vices, not for anything bad.
It is for maíta, who is sick,
And she needs your favor.”
And so people began to applaud and in the end, many made donations for the treatment of Kirk's mother, who in the end was known as the mother of all.