História The Guitar Pick - English Version - The Guitar Pick

(This is a tale of fiction, then some facts here are distorted. All I did was wonder if the real story would have been different.)

I found out I was able to back in time. It was not exactly as I wanted or when needed. I didn't know exactly why that, just returned.

As a child, once fell asleep and didn't remember having slept in place which I was before. When I woke up I was in a place unknown misty, almost like a vision. I saw unknown people almost like an old movie, but they were at the time they blinked. At first I thought it had all been a dream, until happen other times.

It was my great secret. I felt no desire to share it with anyone. On second thought, who would believe me? Would make a great spectacle around me, would ask for me to change the world. I could? The question: I would want to change the world ?

In my "travels" I always knew many people. interesting people I would never have the opportunity to meet in person in real life. So many stories, so many dreams, so many lives. But when I fall asleep, they disappeared and there were only vague memories. It was always like that, I slept, woke up, and sleep again, everything was memory.

One night I was in my room when I suddenly felt the sudden sleep, it lasted a split second until I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it took a long time to realize where I was. In a very busy place and three decades ago, judging by the clothes of the people. In the middle of a street with a few shops and huge TVs, a reporter announced “This is the hottest 1993 summer and you can't miss the offers!” I had no idea where I was, but I recorded the year mentally as walked toward the intersection of two avenues until you see some costumed children out of houses laughing and carrying candy bags. Certainly today was Halloween, a Halloween from many years ago.

Some people passed by me and laughed. I also found it funny to think if they knew I came from the future, what would be their reaction. I stopped in front of a shop window and inevitably see that I was in pajamas and slippers, the same clothes I wore in my room. I laughed at myself!

-Are You laughing here alone, lady?- asked a beggar sitting on a garbage brass separated some objects collected along with a few pieces of cardboard next to a sad dog trying to get something into the trash.

- Oh, is not nothing, It's just .. - I realized that I looked pretty silly walking around with those bunny slippers. I didn't know how long that would last the tour, but I thought better blend with the local. There was a further exchange shop, I changed slippers for tennis, a small gold watch in his pajama pocket for a dress and a jacket. How funny! a clock exchanded in time ...

Dressed according to that time, wandered by those old streets, remembering how it was to live in the 90s and how it was fascinating and scary at the same time. The city that was supposed to be very busy, people spent in cars listening to loud music, the bars were packed , it was summer and everyone lived their lives to the fullest without worrying about anything. I don't got that hype.

It was night, but had no idea what time it was when I got a block full of bars and nightclubs, but one called my attention by far. It was small, but its black walls contrasting with the white sign made me stop to admire. It looked like a house of vampires. An inscription on the circular awning entrance that read, "The Viper Room".

Curiosity moved me at that moment more than anything. At the entrance, some security guards in black suits and sunglasses were standing in front of a long line trying to get in.

- Do you want to get in the Viper without identity, sweetheart? - A girl joking at me - is now difficult even for those who are in the queue!

- No, it was more curiosity even , I found the visual and exotic - said stopping to watch the red-haired girl. She wore miniskirts chess, a blouse and knee-high black boots, typically visual of the time.

- Yeah, I know .. seems hell right! My name is Cadence - reached

- Pleasure, my name is ... Elle - invented this name at the time.

- These are Sophie and Mila - two girls who were behind her in tight row came forward when she called.

- Very pleased - shook the hand of the two,they seemed to be very excited talking quickly - why all the fuss ?

- Oh really? You have no idea who will play here tonight?

No, who? - I asked lightheartedly

The three seemed to laugh at a joke I did not understand.

- Johnny Depp!!! his band is here! My God I can not wait to see them play - said Cadence

- Yes, I'm expecting this show for a week, my God i don't believe I'll see Johnny! We will do very well tonight! - Milla said between laughter

- Not to mention the cute guys! - Sophie said, and the three agreed.

- Wow, that's cool - I was kind of stunned by what he had just heard trying to register the situation, perhaps with half wide eyes or jaw.

- Hmm .. what is it? - Asked Cadence

- Oh .. no, nothing - I tried to disguise a little surprise with excitement.

- Come with us Elle! It will be fun! - Other agreed

- But I .. - tried to draw attention to the fact that I was not in the queue and was not my identity, I would say that I was born 23 years after that year!

- Look, come here ... - Sophie gestured for me to approach more, come closer and she looked around seeing if anyone was watching, pulled the rope disciplinarian and I was in the queue - it was easy!

-But I do not .. - started.

-Relax, I'll find a way to put you in, I know Joe, that the left - pointed to a strong guy who was checking a list on a clipboard.

Time passed and I just heard the girls talking, responding with "hums" and "ohs" politely, trying lively look like they were actually did not even know what I was doing in a row to get into a nightclub all painted black. Finally ,after nearly an hour in line,it's time for us to enter, while the girls went through Joe, Sophie gave only a wink to him who took the hint and let me pass.

As I thought, the house was all painted black on the inside too, with a small stage in the background with some space around a bar with several bartenders manipulating drinks bottles and behind several neon signs. There were some reserved with green upholstery filled with small groups of people, all speaking very loudly,laughing,whooping .

- You don't want to give me your coat, honey? - Cadence grabbed their coats and went to one of these reserved near the stage.

- Yes, thank you - what about a drink ? - suggested

- Yeah, yeah, I'll get to us

As she went to the bar, I watched the musicians assemble the equipment on stage. I found funny old clothes, the high-waisted jeans and the long, messy hair. The grunge style dominated at that time. I was so lost in thought until the arrival of a young man with a guitar on his shoulders, he looked radiant and people around greeted him enough. He arrived with a group of people who occupied the reserved in the opposite direction. By going up the stairs, he spoke briefly with a man with yellow hair and seemed to offer to help assemble the rest of the equipment, drums and amplifiers. To come over to near a spotlight on the right, I could see his face right. Was young, must have been about twenty, short, black hair, which seemed to have been dyed. But the most impressive were the blue eyes, very much alive and the serious and elegant expression. He glanced in the direction where we should have noticed the girls and smiled, I felt my face blushing.

- Who is he? - I asked the girls trying to sound as carefree as possible.

- He? who?

- The boy who just arrived, it seems very popular is it? - I asked

-Oh I don't know him, you know , Milla ?

-No, never seen him here .. if you discover, introduce me, okay? - giggled

While the show didn't started, the girls made me more questions, where I was it was enjoying LA, several others among some drinks and beers. He said I had changed me here to try to be an actress or another fairly predictable story, they thought I was cool and had been happy to meet me when I was going to get more beer at the bar, a small uproar began at the entrance and I heard some people saying that Johnny Depp had just arrived and with it had brought some celebrities. I went back quickly and told the news to the girls, who gave little chills of anxiety, some people had cameras and took pictures.

The show started and the boy returned to his friends in the booth on the other side, he drank beer and looked very lively arm in arm with a blonde girl, I felt a little bit of jealousy, but their joy seemed so good that even I felt bad. The first band played a lively music and the audience sang and clapped. I love old rock, especially this decade and see bands playing exactly like that in front of me made me goosebumps, had been worth embark on that adventure, just hoped that this time it lasted.

The night ran lively way, the house was almost packed and the girls talked about many things but did not pay attention right for choosing to enjoy the music. It seemed that there were many bands still to play, and the highly anticipated Johnny Depp would play at the end, as the host of the house announced.

Around the fourth band to perform, the yellow-haired man met the guy I was watching, he took him to a corner and the two were trying to talk on the show noise, I could not hear what they said or try to understand because a new sensational model Kate Moss was appointed by the girls screaming euphoric.

I regretted not having heard what the blonde - I could call it blonde ? - told to him , because I could see that his face was no longer elegant and quiet, but carrying a note of disappointment and sadness. He putted his guitar on the floor and ran without being seen by your friends. I felt an ominous tightening in my chest.

He went to the club's funds, outside there was a door that led into a dark alley. I was peering out between the cracks of an old window. It took about five minutes after he had been out there a dirty-looking man with a threadbare coat appeared, had frightening scars on his face finished. I could not register what they said, but I heard the boy say "the most you can get me." When the man passed him a plastic envelope. He had bought drugs, and wanted a lot.

I could have let it go and have regretted a guy who seemed so cool to be hooked and returned to the show, but something inside me caused a cold chill. A tragedy would happen.

He ran back inside the club, and I tried to go after him. At that time the club was already full and people jostled for a closer look at the main show that was about to start, I tried to cut way with difficulty through the sea of people that was formed, and after a long time to go through more half did not see him, had lost sight of. I did not give up and kept trying to move forward until I stopped and thought, knew exactly where he was going.

When passing by two waiters serving drinks on trays, the bathrooms were in the opposite direction, were all so engrossed in the show that was easy to spend the little doors that divided "men" and "women”. The men's room had an ugly green light and a mirror through cracked. There were three reserved and at last I could hear some noises from someone inside, the person seemed to be crying.

"Oh my God! what do I do now?" I thought, but now there was no turning back,I hesitated a bit before sighing and to kick with full force in the stall door. The door opened with a clacking. There was the young man kneeling on the floor curled up in a corner. He was very upset and cried vainly trying to shoot down my help with arms.

- Leave me alone, fuck! Leave me alone! - He screamed a horrible way pushing me hard.

-Please stay calm , let me I help you ! Please calm ! - I tried vainly to grab his arms and make him stop pushing me , but tava difficult. He started to say things through initeligíveis by crying and voice shambling

- He ... said I could play ... all of it ... I was very stupid ... all of them ... useless ...

- Calm down, please , let me help you , please ... you'll be fine , please ....

- I just wanted ... I ... even useless ... die ... - he sobbed and tried to dodge, but his forces were eventually to go stopping . After a huge effort and use all the reassuring words that I knew, he stopped and I hugged him . We sat there on the floor of that bathroom. Two unknown three decades apart. The world is indeed a very strange place.

After a while , I noticed that he snorted and closed his eyes a little, I noticed a plastic floor . A full package of a flaky powder, however, was open and missing some amount . Luck undoubtedly was with me, he hadn't used any drug.

I loosened his clothes for him to breathe better, prayed for all that was holy that the amount he had used did not cause something worse , but he seemed to be just sleeping despite being shaking. I watched intently his chest rise and fall.

Minutes later, the initial effects seemed to have given up a bit, we did not we could be lying on the floor of that bathroom, I had to do something. Without realizing it I played the entire plastic content in the toilet and gave flush.

- Hey, hey .. you're okay? - I asked cautiously . After what seemed an eternity he said – yeah.

- You want me to call someone ? What's your name? - But before I could go call someone , he grabbed my hand on the door handle with the few forces that brought together - no .. please do not ...

- But you need help, please let me ..

- My name is River .. River Phoenix - he said finally.

I think he expected some reaction from me , but I have outlined no . He seemed to want to help the people who came with him .

- Is there a problem ? - I asked - I try to call someone else and ..

- I don't want attention - said categorically .

I thought a bit and maybe there was how to help him to get out without being seen. In the background, he gave to hear a lot of shouting and clapping. Johnny Depp had entered the stage.

I went out to the bathroom entrance and spotted a waitress, asked her to talk to Joe. The man appeared at the bar and was looking for me. I went to him and said it was a Sophie 's friend, he surprisingly was very kind and said he could count on him. Apparently, he knew the river by the band's shows, from what I could hear. He picked it up and took us to the car arms and would leave it there in the hotel where he was staying. I helped to accommodate it in the bank. Before I left, he once again took my hand .

- What's your name? - He asked in a voice still slurred .

- My name is Elle. Already feels better?

- Yes , I'm just stunned. I'm sorry for what you saw, I 'm embarrassed.

- No problem - I was too embarrassed to have followed him.

There was a long silence between us, until I felt the need to break it with the weight of a thousand words were stuck in my throat

- How can you do such a stupid thing like that ? Huh? How can you not think of anything and want to give up of yout life in that way?- The tears were falling from my face - you could have died ! Died! How do you think I feel , how you think .. - I could not believe myself crying there with the nervousness of hours ago turning into compulsive crying. I could not understand why he was crying for someone who did not know, but someone seemed too good to give your life for a handful of drugs.

- I'm sorry! - this time it was he who pulled me into a hug, with cold hands and arms still half soft - I do not think anything .. I ... just wanted to get it all. You saved me, I owe you my life!

We Cried together, me and him in the middle of that dark street in Joe's car. When he saw us embracing, Joe decided to wait a bit on the outside, giving us privacy.

- I have to go now - He let me go

- All right, try to get some rest, try to improve, okay?

- OK.

When I've walked away ,leaving him alone in the back seat, I decided to return

- Promise me something? Swear to God?

- What is?

- Will never use drugs, never , never ?

- No, never

- Serious, promise?

- Promise

- Hey, I swear I 'll be back wherever I will be just to know

- Wait .. what ?

- Nothing, nothing...

I got out while Joe wished me a good night, the first dizziness began to hit me. I could see the car from the bustling avenue, he still opened the window and asked

- Elle, I don't know your phone !

- Do not worry, I'll see you there! - My eyes were getting heavier - It was a pleasure to meet you, River Phoenix!

Everything went dark again.

I woke up in my bed , everything was exactly as I had left . The memories began to turn into blurs again. I got up and I could see that in the place where they should be slippers , had a pair of sneakers . I found it very funny even by hand inside the pajamas and realize that my little clock was no longer there. There was a pointed object through . When looking on the light , I saw that it was a guitar pick . On one side had a written mark " Aleka 's Attic " , the other just "thank you, River, P. "