I would say she is in her mid to late 30’s. My best guess is that she is from Spain. Maybe Morocco. Could be from anywhere actually. It’s tough to know sometimes. Puerto is Oh-So-International. I suppose I could ask, but I never understood why anyone would need to know where somebody is from? She’s probably from Venus. How’s that?
One thing is for sure, this young lady is a professional musician. A bit of a Diva around these tropical necks. She’s pretty committed to her art. I had heard that she can instantly play by ear, PLUS read music. She plays a variety of different instruments. She writes and sings in three languages. She can sit in with anyone, anywhere, anytime.
On Thanksgiving afternoon, while I was busy doing absolutely nothing, I heard someone using what sounded like my Mexican doorbell. So I stopped what I wasn’t doing, went to my tinted window, and looked down to the street below. No frigin’ way! The Diva was whistling up like Juliet might have done back in the day. I was blown away.
“Hi. Was that you playing piano real early yesterday morning? I heard it from way down on the beach. The offshores must have been carrying the sound. It sounded like Still The Same by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band. Am I right? That’s one of my all-time favorite songs. Might you be interested in playing together sometime soon?”
Well I uh..well you know things are uh, you know I’m not too sure that uh, i don’t really normally, it’s sort of tough to, i kinda hafta take that thing to the place, and you know my piano weighs a ton, and right now the internet is uh, ehh why don’t I text you when my schedule opens up. What I’m trying to say, is that I probably ain’t your guy.
She wondered if I could make tonight work, but I knew I needed more time to outthink this project. We agreed to meet the following Monday. She asked if it could be at 10pm. I’m thinking..who comes over to someone’s house at 10pm? I told her that she would have to wake me up, but that Yes, we could meet at 10pm. To Be Continued…