Que Vuelva (Alex Bueno)

The morning sun peeked through the blinds, casting a soft golden light on my disheveled bedroom. The memories of the previous night still fresh in my mind, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had to do something, anything to try and salvage what was left of my life. I knew I couldn’t reach out to Brenna directly, not after everything I had put her through. But there had to be a way to communicate my feelings, my remorse, and my desire to change. That’s when it hit me – Smule. After the overwhelming praise I had received for posting the Aguanile cover on social media, I knew I had to find a song that would speak directly to Brenna’s heart. A Spanish record, one that would remind her of the love we once shared and the man I used to be. I racked my brain for the perfect song, and then it came to me – “Que Vuelva” by Alex Bueno. I remembered singing along to this song at the old Jehovah’s Witness parties. Despite their abstention from celebrating holidays, the Witnesses always found reasons to gather and dance the night away. The song had been one of my favorites, and I knew Brenna loved it too. The lyrics spoke of longing for a lost love and the hope that one day, they would return. It was a perfect way to express my feelings. I took a deep breath and began recording my cover of “Que Vuelva.” As the familiar melody filled my headphones, I found myself transported back in time to those carefree days, dancing with Brenna in my arms, our hearts beating as one. I could see her smile, her eyes sparkling with joy, and for a brief moment, I felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, she could find it in her heart to forgive me. I wanted her to feel the depth of my emotions, to know that I was still the man she fell in love with, despite the darkness that had consumed me in recent years. When the recording was complete, I hesitated for a moment before posting it on social media. I knew there was no guarantee that Brenna would even see it, let alone understand the message behind it. But I had to try. With a deep breath, I hit “post” and hoped that the power of music could somehow bridge the gap between us.