All the young punks were stuffed with their bellies two kilos heavier, sav the dessert of milk, except for a Marshall who cimed he was so full he couldn't taste a bite until dinner.

  -Well kids, I'll e weekend, I'll bri empanadas and hot dogs for you to eat, although I might be able to e on Saturday if my boss lets me leave early on Friday to buy the ingredients, - said Agustina, surprising the children as she was inviting them for a meal. From now on, they were all eagerly anticipati week's food. Agustina bid them all farewell with a hug, a trace of jealousy crossing Billy's mind at the way his mother was handling things.

  -Well, you and I are leaving. We have to go to court for your duct trial. The judge will determine if you are a fit person for society due to the is that have occurred in Twin Towers, - said Agustina, surprising Billy as the guards were already aware a him through to the prison office. Uhe previous Charles, this one was younger and more serious, and there was an air of anger in his demeanor, uhe calm appearahat always characterized Charles's personality.

  -All the papers are in order, you take him. I expect the boy back the m after tomorrow," said the director. However, Billy noticed something strange in his posture - the defined , the cold behavior - it was evident that he wasn't particurly happy.

  -Thank you, director, - Agustina excimed with some plicity. A day earlier, Jerry Wrelex sent a wyer, perfumed with a tie of the same color as his suit, with a New York at and elegant speech. He made a delivery that the prison director couldn't refuse; firstly, the arguments were very ving. Agustina was just an ignorant mother who didn't know much about the intricacies she was more into musings and ideologies. They both got into the car, gearing up for a trip to a senteng court.

  -Well, your friends... are curious, albeit a bit more troublemakers than your previous friends. What happeo that boy with tattoos on his neck? That's illegal,"- said Agustina.

  -It is, his foster home had a big guy from the front who set up a small illegal tattoo studio, so Joseph became friends with him, and among them, they taught him to tattoo. He practiced on his own body and vice versa, many tattoos, are made and remade, but the little devil is Sam. He has a long list of offenses - theft, aggravated robbery, assault, spiracy, and others I still don't remember perfectly, - said Billy.

  -Oh my goodness, - said Agustina, starting the car with a worried look.

  -He's got my back. We have a deal. Besides, if I don't have a backup, people go crazy with easy pigs. It's like walking into a minefield without knowing what the sequences will be. You gotta have soldiers telling you what to do and anders who know the route you should take. Sometimes the most plicated way is doing it alone, Mom, - said Billy.

  Agustina was silent for twenty minutes until she stopped at Bahía Grande, someuzzled. She stared at Billy. - We have to make a vow. You 't drug yourself, drink, or do anything more dangerous than a simple theft. I'll even allow you small thefts, a soda, a dy, but nothing exceeding 20 dolrs, and you must tell me everything you do, and nothing that involves hitting poli, and also... -

  -Mom, it's too much. I promise not to do anything stupid and not to drink until I'm 18, I'll keep the drugs until I'm 21. Every time I see my future, all I have is musid I barely think about doing bad things, - said Billy.

  -Liar, you're a liar. What are those bruises on your face? - said Agustina.

  -I got ambushed, and many people beat me up. Without Sam, I would be injured,- said Billy.

  Agustina released the handbrake and started the car, cheg the dires. Every time they got lost, they had to rea unfamiliar area. After thirty mihey realized they were pletely lost. They ordered hamburgers from a fast delivery. All to go. They tinued and asked for many dires, arriving after forty mi a small reddish building with neon blue signage.

  -Here it is, - said Agustina. - Although I 't find ao park. -

  They didn't dey. Jerry was fiuning the sound system, Spencer ractig with a guitar, while a big drummer, a bald man with a lot of vibes of being a metalhead, pumped the drums with an incredible rhythm, and Spencer was always a great guitarist, bassist, and pianist. A genius with many skills.

  -What's going on here? - Agustina almost shouted, a bit amazed by their behavior.

  -Billy o record some singles. We have three days to do our job as musis, and acc to Spencer, he created a track for the song 'Lose Yourself', - Jerry replied.

  Doubt. That was reflected in Billy.

  -But the court... -

  -I have everything sorted out. You signed a power of representation, and well, we're just killing time now. I know that in the ing days, in the few weeks, you'll have to submit all the dots for your son's case. Without evidehere's no case, and we have thirty days to submit dots. It might be deyed, - said Jerry Wrelex.

  The songs they were expeg to record without wasting time were the first three shown by Billy: "Enemy," "Lose Yourself," and "Like a Stohe studio's vapors were ed by the air ditioning, the drummer smoked calmly, took two puffs, and pyed for ten minutes with all his strength. Billy's mother felt lost in the bohemian atmosphere. The only one who seemed out of the ordinary was little Spencer, who pyed with some embarrassment but didn't miss a he drummer did, acc to Jerry's ear. The only problem encer's facial expressions while pying the guitar; he was a child in an adult's body.

  Billy smiled. - What are we waiting for? I want to sing with all my heart. I've been training hard, -said Billy, who now, seeing Spencer, wao ask about some music lessons. He o improve his singing as much as he could. It had been a week, and he hadn't improved, which was a long time for him, given the great effort he put into his singing every day.

  -You look excited, kid, - said Spencer.

  -Mama, listen to my song, - said Billy, who o immerse himself in his music, to show his mother the power he exerted over his music.

  Memories begin with a song. The force of his music had to start tain its full splendor. He thought of the three main images: the patient waiting for death, a ge of life, and the fear of death, a death that approaches day by day.

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  On a cobweb afternoonIn a room full of emptinessBy a freeway, I fessI was lost in the pagesOf a book full of deathReading how we'll die aloneAnd if we're good, we'll y to restAnywhere we want to go

  In your house, I long to beRoom by room, patientlyI'll wait for you thereLike a stoneI'll wait for you thereAlone

  And on my deathbed, I will prayTo the gods and the angelsLike a pagan to anyoneWho will take me to heavenTo a pce I recallI was there so long agoThe sky was bruisedThe wine was bledAnd there you led me on

  In your house, I long to beRoom by room, patientlyI'll wait for you thereLike a stoneI'll wait for you thereAloneAlone

  And I readUntil the day was goneAnd I sat iOf all the things I've doneFor all that I've blessedAnd all that I've wrongedIn dreams until my deathI will wander on

  In your house, I long to beRoom by room, patientlyI'll wait for you thereLike a stoneI'll wait for you thereAloneAlone

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  The revolutionary singing, he sweated with force.

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