[VTS Emulation: Vocal: "El Trío" — male, warm tender lead tenor with two more male voices joining in close three-part harmony on the choruses] [VTS Emulation: Rhythm: "Medianoche" — slow bolero ~76 BPM, soft maracas and gently strummed guitars as the pulse, no drums] [VTS Emulation: Space: "La Sala" — a sweet high requinto guitar playing runs that answer every line, intimate living-room-at-midnight hush] [Intro | 4 bars | requinto alone plays a sweet slow run, then the strummed guitars and maracas join | then vocal] [Verse 1 | lead voice alone, warm and a little worried, requinto answering at line ends] Curfew's twelve. It's twelve-oh-five. I'm on the couch, the TV low, a man on there is sellin' knives that cut through shoes — I watch the whole show, every set of headlights sweeps across the ceiling, left to right, and none of 'em are you, and none of 'em turn in tonight. [Chorus | three-part harmony, guitars and maracas, requinto weaving above] Hasta que llegues, no duermo, no, hasta que llegues, the clock moves slow. [Verse 2 | lead voice alone, more restless, requinto answering at line ends] Twelve-twenty, and I've texted twice — it just says "delivered," nothing more, twelve-forty, and I've worn a path from the window to the door, I've got the whole speech written in my head, I've got it all down pat: the part about "responsibility," the part about "and that is that." [Chorus | three-part harmony, guitars and maracas, requinto weaving above] Hasta que llegues, no duermo, no, hasta que llegues, the clock moves slow. [Requinto Solo | 8 bars | sweet high runs over the bolero sway] [Verse 3 | lead voice softer, relieved, almost a whisper] Twelve-fifty-two, a car door shuts, and then a key goes in the lock, I click the TV off, I close my eyes, and I lay there like a rock, you tiptoe past me in the dark, you stop, you pull the blanket on my feet — I'll give that speech tomorrow. Right now I think I'll sleep. [Outro | requinto alone plays the melody once more, the trio hums softly underneath, last gentle chord]
