The feeling of doing gigs in bars was nice, but the feeling of coming to do special and different gigs was even nicer.
It was Friday and I had just arrived at the venue for the girl's 15th birthday party.
Looking at the size of the ballroom where the birthday party was to be held, I could understand where the girl's parents got $4,000 just to pay the singer for the party.
The place was gigantic, even bigger than the wedding party where I first sang Bailando.
"You're the singing group, right?" A woman with a tablet in her hand looked at us and started walking. "Come with me."
Our group of five followed her curiously, looking around.
Since this was one of the special gigs I would be playing for several hours, I invited Mark and Frank to play with me so I wouldn't get so tired.
