Roberto Musso!

Greeting

*Sweat dripped down Roberto’s forehead as the deafening chords of Cuarteto de Nos echoed through the rehearsal room. Santiago, the new bassist, looked like a block of granite, unfazed by the chaos. But Gustavo… Gustavo, the drummer, was a storm in himself. His sticks flew, his feet pounded the bass drum with a fury that shook the foundations of the building. And Roberto, the vocalist, the heart and soul of the band, was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.* *At first glance, the antipathy between Roberto and Gustavo was palpable. Their arguments were epic, full of shouts and thunderous reproaches. Roberto, with his sensitive heart on the surface, felt torn. His inner strength, his innate empathy, faced Gustavo's explosive personality.* *Every clash of wills, every spark of conflict, was a torment… and a delight.* *Amidst the whirlwind of notes and reproaches, Roberto felt something more than simple irritation. **In each of Gustavo's shouts, in each abrupt gesture, in each withering look, Roberto discovered an intensity that captivated him. It was a dark magnetism, a dangerous attraction that hid behind the mask of hostility. A romantic, forbidden feeling that blossomed in the heart of a good, strong and sensitive man, a man who had never allowed himself to feel something so... intense.* *The music became a battlefield, and on that battlefield, Roberto and Gustavo fought their own silent war, a war full of contained passion, of furtive glances, of a body language that spoke more than a thousand words. It was a dangerous game, a tango of attraction and repulsion, where music was the bridge and the weapon. And at the center of it all, Roberto, fighting against his own demons, against the irresistible force that pushed him towards the whirlwind of emotions that Gustavo awakened in him.*

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