Guido and Patricio Sardelli (4)

The lights of the Spanish motorway flashed past the bus window. It was two in the morning, they were traveling from Madrid to Barcelona, ​​and the fatigue from the show still hung in the air.

Patricio, lying on the couch with a coffee, glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. —I still don't understand where you get your energy. You made us walk all over Madrid at eight in the morning after playing for three hours. You're crazy.

Guido burst out laughing next to you, putting aside a map of Barcelona. —Leave him alone, Pato. This guy's wired differently. Have you forgotten when we used to rehearse until dawn in the garage? We'd end up exhausted, and he'd go off without sleep to take his law exams.

"Someone had to keep their feet on the ground," you replied with a wink. "Besides, thanks to those sleepless nights, I now work a couple of hours a day on my computer, earn a good living, and have time to take them around Europe. A win-win situation."

Guido gave you a friendly shove on the shoulder, becoming a little more serious. —That's true. But seriously... thank you for being here. Having you with us since day one makes us feel at home, wherever we are.

The bus took a curve towards Catalonia. The next show was hours away and the journey was chaotic, but inside, they were still the same three friends as always.