E aí, pessoal... Um continho curto de natal, um romance pra variar. Espero que curtam. Nota: Vocês vão entender o quão diferente está.

A Merry Rock Christmas

Year 2024. I was studying hard to certify myself on some IT courses, with no time for chitchat. I had to do it right, or it would be lost money I paid for it. My own mind was charging me to my duties.

That Managing IT course took my life then. I even didn't have time to play my electric guitar anymore. I had to pass, I didn't have time for anything else but studying. I took the test in the proper place, on the proper day. There were two hours straight I've been inside that room, frying my brain with that test.

Then the test was over. I had to wait until the next year, the results would come on January 5th, after the festivities dust was down. Now I was anxious with the test's results. They never were coming. It was as if the time didn't pass.

After two weeks on anxiety crisis, I allowed myself to get my electric guitar. After some chords and making my fingertips bleed, I was satisfied. Some songs after, I leaned the guitar into its stand and got out, getting some fresh air in the process. The city was all decorated with Christmassy motifs, shiny balls, LED lights, Christmas trees were all scattered on all places.

Then I saw her. Her slender and long black hair fitted perfectly to her slender and curvy body. I looked at her in awe, but I knew she would never look at me, I was chubby, wore glasses and I was older than her. For sure I was. I looked down, my depression pulling me down. But, when I least expected, she looked at me and called me.

-       Hello! - She said. She was pretty, prettier than some girls I was used to talk to.

-       Hi! Do you need some help? - I asked, fearing she only wanted to know anything and go away.

-       I saw you looking at me with hope and sadness in your eyes, and when you looked down, I saw you gave up on trying. Why? - She was curious and pinned that question right at my heart.

I didn't know how to answer that, freezing in that place.

She saw through me. She got my hand and led me to a secluded place, far from people looking at us. The last floor of Sogo Plaza mini mall, at Liberdade district in São Paulo. That floor was almost all disabled, with only some wooden tables and benches, which used to be a food court.

If it was possible, I froze even harder. She looked at me pitifully. While some anxious moments have passed, I mustered all my courage to say.

-       I found you wouldn't look at me because I am chubby and older than you.

-       Silly! Why wouldn't I want?

My face lit itself.

-       Do you want to be with me?

Then she blushed. My straight question left her speechless for some minutes.

She took the same time I took to muster the courage. Her brown eyes were half-lidded, as if she was looking inside herself. Then, I heard the most astounding and beautiful melody I heard in so much time.

-       I do.

-       Do you really want to be with me?

-       I really do.

I was happy enough to show her a wide smile, that I appreciated being chosen by her. I embraced her tight, kissing her right after. She deepened the kiss, caressing my nape, what made me melt into that embrace.

We got down the floors by stairs, arms intertwined. Her friends were looking for her, and when they saw us together, leaning on one another, arms intertwined, they shrieked in happiness for us. They didn't made fun of or said something that would hurt us, it was the opposite.

Then we went to a house that gave us the opportunity to display our talents, there was a karaoke and an electric guitar to be played. I chose a song and played it along, 'Straight for the Heart', from Whitesnake. The lyrics were at the screen, which helped me to not be a fiasco. On the solo part, I did it simpler than the song shown, but I did has shown some skill. In the end, she embraced me, thanking me for the song I played for her.

Then it was her time, and she chose to sing 'Honey' from Mariah Carey. I got my smartphone, searched for the lyrics quickly and saw the message she was sending me, looking at me with half-lidded eyes, and trying to apply a sultry voice while singing. That made my smile even wider.

In afternoon ending, I asked for her telephone number, giving mine in return. We kissed and she went away. After a while, I woke up. I had a beautiful and vivid dream with that girl. I thought it was real, but it was only it, a dream. I had to work, it was a Monday. And it was six thirty in the morning.

-       I hope someday I can find her in real life.