Chapter 1.The beginning

CHAPTER 1:

The beginning

Year 1993, on a Sant Boi de Llobregat’s flat

There was a humble family formed for 5 members, a parents and 3 brothers

One of those was me

Daniel López Munuera, a normal boy, that studied on a public school named Barrufet

(I remember that my mother insisted a lot to enroll me on this school because she wanted me to learn very well catalán) 

With 12 years, I played with my toys Gijoe, I had a lot!!

On this time was on heyday a famous tv cartoon series “Oliver and Benji”. I tried to do the same scense with my toys using paper balls as football balls.

While I hallucinate recreating impossible stunts with my toys.

Listening a music on background through my brothers room that rumbled in my head and could not understand, to cross the line from my brother's room meant to me "forbidden site", my big brother named Jero, imposed an enormous respect for me, and was a serious young man with character and distant

I still remember as pounding the door of his room, and also remember more than Once a neighbor going to complain about the high volume and inconvenience caused to them that "Boom Boom" (as he cataloged them) fortunately was a small apartment block, with few neighbors, and had good relationship with them

At that time could not understand how they like that music that was so annoying to me

Also my middle brother called Xavi played sometimes when Jero was not at home

Xavi worked in a bar and was more sociable, and he was the one who shared a room with me

I still have in mind, like it was yesterday, the first day that Xavi said:

Do you want to watch me to play?

I answered him a timid: OK

I did not like that music that were disturbing me every day, but I felt very curious to see what was what made ​​my brothers there.

The room was like a normal room, and was decorated with two huge Scorpia posters pasted on the wall, a significant flyer, and a couple of photos with friends at a party

My brothers were regulars at the famous Scorpia club from first day and they were big fans from Frank Trax, the DJ resident from this club. In the room could also see two JB boxes where kept the records. And of course, the dishes, mixer and phase potency

Xavi turned on the equipment, he took a look to his CDs and started to play, I was lying on the bed and I was not paying attention while I played with my toys
Sometimes he asked me:

What do you think?

I answered him: Niiiiceee!!

But really I had no idea that Xavi was doing with so many buttons, a headphones just in one ear, and moving his hands moving the record 

My visits to this magical and mysterious room , starts to get usual, and my playground was changed from my room to Jero's room

Day by day that "boom boom" bothered me less, and sometimes I tried to take a look for a few minutes to view try to understand what was the purpose of "that game."

The months passed, I hung out with my best friend Marko class

I shared with him all hours of the day, and we were the terror of the school, always plotting mischief, and ways to get nervous all the classmates, the truth is that we were not bad guys, but quite naughty

I explain him what my brothers were doing in that room, and I invited him to my house to see my brother Xavi playing

Both stayed silent looking everything Xavi were doing. Gradually my curiosity grew up, and go to that room was wining more minutes in my head instead to play with my Gijoes that were gradually being stored in a huge box

After many visits, that music does not bother me at all

And I start to ask Jero if I could see him playing too, to guess if it was a different the way to play.  Jero let me see him less than Xavi because he felt me as a child, and he preferred to be alone. But the few times that I can saw him I saw almost the same movements, and did not feel if a mix was right or wrong, so I saw the same with both ... with the passage of the days my desire grows up to do the same as them

But first I had to ask Jero, which gave me fear, but it was his room

Back then, whenever I was alone with him wanted to ask if I would try, but I never dared

I decide to ask Xavi and his answer was

You are very young yet, and you might break something, but ask Jero

Days go through and I was angry with his answer, because he told me "you are very small for that game"! Finally I found the value to speak with Jero, very timidly: Can I try one day? Teach me to play?

His answer was short and sharp; No Danny, you're too small for this

I, enraged with this answer, like a real child as I was, I went to look for my mother crying and I told her that my brothers did not want to teach me and that I hated them! My mother called them to ask the reason for his refusal to teach me to play ...

I suppose that my brothers trying to remove the affair and taking time  said: Mum, he is very small and could break something, but we will let him do it on a future, come oooonnnn!

That served to calm my tears, but not to make me forget what I had made ​​up his mind ... It took weeks and weeks and I kept asking them: When can I play? When you teach me?

And I always get the same answer:

it have to spend more time Dany!!! Don’t be pushy!!!

My curiosity grew up, and with my friend Marko commented every day the desire I had to try it. Every time that I went to see them play, I tried to watch every step they did, all his movements, all that I had inside of my head was to learn

I was tired of the thousands rejected that I had from my brothers. Finally I decided to get a goal to reach: discover the maximum to take do it myself alone hiding from them
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