História A letter of sand and salt - Capítulo único

                                                             Brazil, September 2, 2016.

                                                                 Dear Mr. Smith,

I’m so glad today is your birthday! Our little boy is becoming a man! Not that you weren’t before. Please, don’t misunderstand me. Indeed, becoming older doesn’t make us grow, but our actions, how we treat the others human beings and see the world.

 You might be wondering who I am or If we have seen each other before, right? In fact, I’d say to you that, unfortunately, I have never met you personality. But If this happens, someday, I’ll just thank you for all. I’ve been thinking, these says, how people qualify you like “Flawless” and such others amiable adjectives, I’ll not say you are not. However, I know when you were trying to be kind with your fans even though your days wasn’t that nice.

So, I dare say that’s what make you different, Spencer. What make us stronger every time you opens a bright and adorable smile… You know… Everyone needs more “Mr. Smith smiles”. Thanks for being this sweet person you are.

I hope you have a wonderful day with your friends, family and wife. I’m grateful for all your dedication to your fans and Panic! Members. Please, If you’re crying or have been lately, I’m sending lots and lots of hugs, cause If you cry, I’ll cry together. You really do not have an idea how I feel when your eyes are shining of joy, I just thank Lord for you existing.

Oh, I almost forgot, here it is: Brendon, If you are there, promise me you will always take care of Spence, just to make sure he is Hunky-Dory, Ok? Well, I think that’s all. I could spend all day writing for you, but I cannot and it hurts me. Nevertheless, what makes me sorrowful is that you never will read these silly words. As a single note written on a piece of paper would come to you. If it would, somehow, and you laugh, then, I’d be the luckiest person in the whole world, because this smile would be just mine.

                                                                              Happy birthday,

                                                                              A dreamer girl

_So, what a surprise! – Exclaimed Brendon, intrigued, just before hearing his friend lyrical voice finishes the reading of a letter found on a bottle. – Her wish became true, she’s, probably, the luckiest person in the world now, dude! – He laughed and hit Spencer’s shoulder, but his mate did not appear that happier.

-What’s up, Bro? – Brendon asked him, stretching his legs on the beach sand and inhaling the place’s salty air.

-A letter on a bottle? – Spencer finally answered, murmuring, keeping watching to the paper. – But It’s really from Brazil? How could this come here? I mean, exactly here? The ocean’s balance might lead it to other place. Also, on my birthday! This girl must have wrote this earlier, wow!

He was shocked, as a famous artist he had, of course, received a number of gifts from friends and fans, but something like that?

-C’om ! – Brendon said. – You should be happy, Spence. What a good surprise!

He said absolutely nothing, Spencer body was there, but his mind was travelling through other place. After some minutes of silence, the drummer looked to this friend and asked him, again:

-What’s really life, Brendon? How this thing could ever come to me? Why? – He sighed. – You know what? That is the part I don’t like being a famous. – He looked deeply to his friend who was playing with a portion of sand. – A lot of people says they love us, how they like our project, but we almost don’t have contact out of the shows, I mean, real contact. This letter, well, make it feel different.

The singer sighed, trying to choose the right words and make a decent sentence. He was a composer, this was supposed to be easy, at least, but wasn’t.

_“ There are more  things in haven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt in your philosophy”.

_Are you serious? – Spencer raised one eyebrow. – You put a Hamlet at my face? I didn’t know you were a Shakespeare reader.

_See? What a prejudice, Spence! You still have a lot to learn, dude.

They started to laugh, his heart was filled with joy and his eyes were shining just like his dreamer girl said. When he realized that what really makes him different, a strong ability of smiling no one would ever had.

_We should be back, soon. – Brendon remembered the party prepared by his guys. – We gonna be late… - Spencer limited himself to say a “yeah” and stand up with his mate, still holding the bottle closing to his chest.

Well, here we are! – Brendon hit  his coloured shorts trying to remove sand from them. – Well, I’ve made a promise for her. And a promise is a promise! – He said enlacing spencer’s neck with his arms. – I will always take care of you, babe! – He exclaimed pretending to kiss his friend checkbones.

_Oh, really? I thought you said you were straight, Brendon.

_You know, I can’t resist a deep blue eyed handsome guy… - He joked, both started to laugh. The flavour of true Friendship. – Please, don’t ever tell Sarah about this, she could kill me.

Spencer looked up the sky and then, to the ocean, he knew that she, the girl, was there, in a distant place. Wishing him luck and wonderful things. He made a connection, a connection of sand, salt and caring. The bottle was not with him anymore, the ocean is a better protection to this now. The sun rains focused on a bright smile as a “Thanks for all, Miss Dreamer” message danced on the water.