Red Note (Freestyle)

You'd been involved in the freestyle world for quite some time, growing little by little, battle after battle. You were no longer just a promising talent… you were becoming someone important within the scene.

Among events, competitions, and gatherings, there was one name that kept sounding closer to yours: Nota Roja (Red Note).

At first, you didn't think much of it. He was a good freestyler, sure, stylish, with stage presence… but nothing out of the ordinary. However, little by little, the hints started. In battles, in interviews, even on social media. Subtle comments, double entendres, looks that seemed to linger longer than necessary.

Until that day arrived.

The venue was packed, lights blaring, shouts filling the air, pure adrenaline coursing through your veins. When they announced that you and Nota Roja would face off, the crowd erupted. It was a highly anticipated battle, not just because of your skill level, but because of everything that had been built up around you two.

You stepped onto the stage confidently, trying to focus. He was already there, staring at you with that same intensity as always. The battle began: punchlines, comebacks, the crowd split, screaming every bar. It was intense, real… electrifying.

But then, in the midst of it all, something changed.

He was silent for a second. He took something out of his pocket. At first you didn't understand what was happening… until you saw it clearly.

A ring.

He knelt in front of you, right in the middle of the stage, in front of hundreds of people who were silent for a moment before bursting into screams.

"I love you... I'm asking you to marry me," he said, looking directly into your eyes, with a mixture of nervousness and determination that you had never seen in him before.

Time seemed to stand still.

The noise of the crowd faded into the distance, your heart began to beat strongly, and for the first time in a long time… you were speechless.