Chapter 168: 168 - Quinceanera

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.