Life With Ricky Martin
Yesterday, staying with a friend of mine, I was about to finish my breakfast when I heard her from the living room say, “I am leaving J. Have a nice day. By the way, Ricky Martin is in town.” The sip of tea that passed through my lips and through bounced back to my mouth.
”What do you mean he’s in town?” I run after her but I only manage to find an empty elevator…. How can she go away on me with such news! Ok then, I’ll check in the blessed internet. Apparently they have been announcing the show for the last month at the Credit Card Hall and nobody has ever told me! I immediately bought the last two tickets on line,(I’ll surely find company) not caring about row or seat number – this one is the only show, and believe me my friends, I would never miss it for anything in the world.
The problem is that today Sao Paulo is in one of those days like in New York: when it rains everything stops. And today is not just raining, it is pouring. But again, I don’t care, Ricky will against all odds be under my sight in just a few hours.
I leave my office after making a few phone calls trying to figure out who’ll be going to the show, and apparently nobody I know will. ”Well…. he is not exactly my cup of tea - Yes I heard about but I am not that motivated - Of course I’d love to go, but Pearl Jam is here - Are you nuts? Under this rain??” Finally my housekeeper’s daughter, my hostess and I get in a car for a long journey under a heavy storm to a distant place named Credit Card Hall.
I decide to wear something pretty and festive in case HE by accident decides to gaze or just notice me. But at my arrival I realize that I have a lot of competition; most girls around me are wearing a “la Vida Louca look” ready to jump into a ballroom or on stage if invited. Men and women share the same passion as mine, that dramatic latino-sexy style. Gel on the hair for the men, low waist broken jeans, open shirts for all, crosses, cigarettes, high heel sandals and stilettos, strass, red lipsticks, wet hair …Wow! I feel I am a bit in South Beach Miami.
Ricky appears behind a fabric curtain full of believe it or not, OM’s (God) symbols from India at a gentle rhythm melody of an Indian tune on an electric guitar announcing his entrance on stage. Therefore I really don’t know if I have to faint now and loose part of the show or just do it when I get back home. Obviously he is singing just for me.
I must tell you, independently of your liking his music or not, Ricky is a master when it comes to producing a show. A huge background stage lights panel transform the energy and space around with different designs and patterns varying from Japanese warriors and geishas to African cheetahs and electronic video game heroes. He manages to melt the detail of light and design technology with the romantic sounds of songs like Te Extraño, Talvez and Si Tu Te Vas. Ricky wears a black band on his hair, a sleeveless shirt proudly showing his well-defined muscles in his shoulders while he carries you through the mysticism of a flamenco group drum session. He feels, moves and breaths every beat with his voice and expression clearly perceivable in the two gigantic screens placed on each side of the hall.
The energy spread through the fans goes to a climax when, yes, he threats to take out his incredible strass black shirt to show what we all know is underneath…. don’t ask me to describe the tanned look of his skin – whatever I say would never be enough. Apart from being a great professional, he is more gorgeous than ever with very well trimmed beard and a strong conscious and powerful innocence in his face that makes you understand how much he really knows about life. Life is the name of his new album. The end, the bis. My favorite Dj Reaggeton the king of the new Latin Hip Hop music wave, arranged Ricky latest hit of this season Muevete Duro-Drop-it on Me. It’s delirious.
On the way back, my friend is having a discussion with a man that wants to be paid for the “rental” of the garage that belongs to his neighbors where we have parked our car, while at my right a young girl is crying desperately, “He is ‘lindo’, he is gorgeous,” and next to her, an older woman, probably her mother, says, ”it’s ok baby, I understand, but no need to cry sweetheart.”
I am as usual in my own dimension of thoughts, thinking within myself that if Ricky would ask me to marry him right now, I wouldn’t say no.
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