Emiliano Mancilla

“Come on boy, you can’t be falling asleep just after your first drink” 

When I opened my eyes I noticed that I was at reception, and the computer and the locker were again changed for the shelves full of bottles, Pascual was cleaning some glasses and the pale skinny figure from the other night was next to me. 

And as it was the second time I met the fella, there wasn’t a sense of frightness but curiosity. 

“Hey, not that I don’t appreciate the free drinks, but I wonder what the fuck is happening”

“Party time boy, that’s what’s happening. Now, finish your drink, and follow me. Don’t try to understand things at all” 

I finished my drink and we got out of the building, to the street that instead of Teslas had antique cars and a railway that was passing by. We walked for two blocks until we arrived to a closed door that had painted in big letters “Law Office”. 

I was remembering every time I followed my friends looking for an after party back in high school and finding the places closed, when my companion knocked the door, 6 times in a peculiar key signature. 

The door opened along with the sound of a violin melody at the rhythm of a tasty western swing. 

“Come on boy, we’ll miss all the fun” And he put his hand on my back and pushed me through. 

Once we got into the building, we had to go downstairs, following the music, until we would find another door, and after opening it, there would be a long bar receiving us, followed by the band at the back. 

The bartender gave us a drink and we watched the spectacle, with a music gleaming a perfect blend of drums, piano and strings, infused by the energy of a full room dancing a the same beat. 

A cute girl in a blue dress approached 

“Hello Charles! Haven’t seen you in a long time, I was thinking you had forgotten me sweetie!” 

“Ohh Linda, no man could ever forget all the emotions you provoke”

“Good to hear that I haven’t lost my touch” She said while she was leaning against Charles body

“Now handsome, don’t be discourteous and introduce me to your cute friend” 

“Sure, his name is Mariano, and he’s a musician too, I’m thinking about getting him in my band” 

“Ohh that would be wonderful!” She said jumping in excitement

“I think this could be the greatest of all your experiments, as he doesn’t look from here, nor any known place, his weird clothes and funny hairstyle make me wonder where this poor creature have been, does he have a place to stay?” She continued

“Yeah, he is staying at the Layflower, and the funny style is because he’s from Mexico City, but not the one we have heard of, but the one in the future” 

“Ohh are you telling me that he’s still alive?” 

“Well he was working in an office, not sure if alive is a proper word for my standards”

“Ahh that word makes me emotional. Excuse me, I have to fix my make up, nice to meet you Mariano” 

“Nice to meet you” I replied while she was leaving.