When we got to the karaoke bar, the place was completely packed. Levy gave us our names at the door and a friendly young man, who worked there, led us to a table near the stage that was reserved for us, calling a waiter in turn.

We sat down and ordered our drinks. There was a couple on the stage singing “Pintura Intima” by Kid Abelha very off-key, but everyone at the bar was singing and encouraging them to keep going. It was a very relaxed atmosphere, with incredible energy and everyone was laughing, singing, dancing, clapping, whistling, as if they were at the best show on earth. The place was beautiful, with a dimly lit atmosphere, and the band was truly sensational.

We had barely sat down when Virgínia signed up for a song and forced everyone at the table to do the same. When it was my turn, I gave her a hard time saying that I was unsure about which song to choose.

- Oh, no, Catarina, don't even come. You're going up on that stage today. – She demanded.

- Okay, Vi, but give me a m