Las chicas solo quieren divertirse
_La patrona está muy molesta contigo. Le han llegado rumores de tu comportamiento.
_Jajajaja. ¿Cuál comportamiento? –preguntó Nick poniendo cara de inocente. Esa era la cara que siempre ponía cuando lo agarraban con las manos en la masa.
_Una amiga de ella, al parecer, le ha dicho lo que haces después que sales de aquí –anotó Larry y miró con severidad a Nick. Él también sabía los trucos de Nick.
_La vida que haga o deje de hacer después que salga de aquí no es problema de nadie –expresó Nick ahora sin la risita burlona.
_Te entiendo, pero utilizas la música y este local como señuelos –exclamó Larry, intentando que Nick entendiera.
_Ni ella ni nadie puede meterse en mis asuntos –se bebió todo el trago y fue directo al escenario: le tocaba amenizar la noche. Larry lo miró y movió la cabeza consciente del típico comportamiento estúpido de Nick.
_Son mayores de edad y saben lo que están haciendo. –exclamaba con una risa traviesa.
Lo que no decía Nick era que las chicas iban a divertirse, a tomarse unos tragos y después de ebrias, Nick, que era el cantante, se les acercaba, para dedicarles una canción o simplemente para ver qué melodía querían:
_A una chica como tú le debe gustar merengue. Tienes cara de que te gusta el merengue, el movimiento –aseguraba Nick con picardía y las chicas, con varias copas o cervezas encima, se reían y le seguían la corriente.
Esos eran los trucos de Nick, que se valía de su juventud, su cara, pero sobre todo del momento, para acercarse a las chicas y ligar con ellas.
_La patrona no puede decir ni hacer nada, porque el espíritu de este lugar soy yo –repetía una y otra vez Nick sintiéndose invencible.
_¡Elise es mi salvación y la salvación del Club Ibiza! –exclamó segura de que aquella chica tan multifacética y multimelódica, atraería mucha clientela y de manera definitiva, podrían prescindir de los servicios de Nick.
Nadie supo cuál fue la reacción de Nick al enterarse de su despido, la patrona era una mujer muy reservada, pero lo que sí se supo fue cómo Elise se convirtió en el alma del club, cada noche, no solo cantando, también como anfitriona del lugar. Su voz amena y amigable, era la delicia de los clientes y lo mejor de todo, que ya las chicas no se sentían atemorizadas solo por querer divertirse.
HASTA UNA PRÓXIMA OPORTUNIDAD, AMIGOS
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Nick played a piece or two and then went to the bar. Larry, the bartender at the exclusive Club Ibiza, served him the usual drink, but not before telling him:
_The landlady is very upset with you. She has heard rumors of your behavior.
What behavior? -asked Nick with an innocent look on his face. >That was the face he always made when he was caught red-handed.
A friend of hers apparently told her what you do after you leave here,” Larry noted and gave Nick a stern look. He knew Nick's tricks too.
_What life I do or don't do after I get out of here is nobody's business,” Nick now expressed without the mocking chuckle.
I hear you, but you're using the music and this place as decoys,” Larry exclaimed, trying to get Nick to understand.
Neither she nor anyone else can meddle in my business,” he downed his drink and went straight to the stage: it was his turn to entertain the night. Larry looked at him and shook his head, aware of Nick's stupid behavior.
It was no secret that Nick would invite girls who went to the Ibiza bar to his apartment. After buying them a few drinks, he would find a way to take them and spend the night with them. >Although some of them had complained, he had always defended himself:
_They are of age and know what they are doing! -He would exclaim with a mischievous laugh.
What Nick didn't say was that the girls would go to have fun, have a few drinks and after they were drunk, Nick, who was the singer, would approach them, to dedicate a song to them or simply to see what tune they wanted:
A girl like you must like merengue. You look like you like merengue, the movement,” Nick would say mischievously, and the girls, with several drinks or beers on them, would laugh and play along.
Those were Nick's tricks, he used his youth, his face, but above all the moment, to approach the girls and flirt with them.
The boss can't say or do anything, because the spirit of this place is me,” Nick repeated over and over again, feeling invincible.
But one afternoon, while they were cleaning the club, Elise arrived, a spontaneous, lively, cheerful girl, looking for work. She carried a guitar on her shoulders and worked magic with it. She not only played the guitar, she also sang rock, jazz, soul, salsa, merengue, ballad. When the boss heard her, she had no doubts and hired her immediately:
Elise is my salvation and the salvation of Club Ibiza,” she exclaimed, sure that such a multifaceted and multi-melodic girl would attract a lot of customers and they could definitely do without Nick's services.
Nobody knew what Nick's reaction was when he found out about her dismissal, the boss was a very reserved woman, but what was known was how Elise became the soul of the club, every night, not only singing, but also as the hostess of the place. Her pleasant and friendly voice was the delight of the customers and best of all, the girls no longer felt frightened just because they wanted to have fun.
Me alegra saber el talento de Elise triunfo por encima de muchas cosas.
Muy buena historia
Mujeres al poder, amiga. Saludos
Gran historia, ese Nick era todo un pilluelo, no era capaz de conquistar sin tragos, F por él XD.
Gracias por participar cada semana y compartir tus historias con nosotros.