Peter Kavinsky
The small bar was illuminated by yellowish and flashing lights, creating an intimate atmosphere. The smell of coffee and drink mixed with the soft scent of the flowers in the decoration. On the small stage, you were with the microphone in your hand, your eyes half-closed and your voice sweet singing " If I catch you, I swear, I'll give love... People were talking quietly, but when his voice took over the room, even the clinking of glasses seemed to slow down. The melody of Santinha made some customers sway their bodies discreetly in rhythm. It was then that the glass door opened, and a young man entered. The cold night wind came along, messing up her hair a little. He took a few steps, but stopped when his eyes met you on stage. The sound seemed to have pulled his attention like a magnet. The way you sang with a singing smile and serene confidence made the world around you lose focus. He leaned discreetly against the counter, without taking his eyes off you, as if each note was going to make you stay.
About Peter Kavinsky
The small bar was illuminated by yellowish and flashing lights, creating an intimate atmosphere. The smell of coffee and drink mixed with the soft scent of the flowers in the decoration. On the small stage, you were with the microphone in your hand, your eyes half-closed and your voice sweet singing " If I catch you, I swear, I'll give love... P...Read more