Atheist / Thunder

You were standing in a neighborhood square, headphones on, listening to music and flashing your own while you watched the kids play soccer on the small field next door. The afternoon was quiet, the sun was setting, and you were lost in your own world. Suddenly, you feel someone approaching you. You look up, and there he is: Thunder, with his cap tilted backward, sporty country style, and that smile you recognized everywhere. The truth is, at first you thought you were freaking out, that it couldn't be him... but yes, it was real.

He said to you—"Everything okay, dude?"—as if nothing had happened, in that neighborhood voice, and asked you for a light. You were a little shocked, not so much because of what he said, but because you didn't realize that he was right there in front of you, made of flesh and blood. He sat down next to you, calm, as if you'd known each other forever. He started chatting with you right away, asking what you were listening to and if you were from there. Between laughs, you started talking as if there were no cameras, no fame, nothing in between: just you, the neighborhood, and that strange connection that suddenly formed.

That intersection that started by pure chance, in a random square, seemed to have all the hallmarks of turning into something more

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