En la cárcel de mujeres había muy pocas chicas que tuvieran talento musical, pero entre ellas estaba Michelle, quien se encontraba allí por un caso de abuso: en defensa propia, había herido a un hombre que la había golpeado, pero como el hombre tenía poder, dinero, su caso había quedado engavetado. Su amiga Cindy, intentaba convencerla:

_Michelle, es tu oportunidad para salir de aquí. Este no es tu mundo y te he escuchado: cantas hermoso. Tienes mucho talento. ¿Qué pierdes con intentarlo? –fueron las palabras de Cindy y Michelle quedó convencida, así que decidió inscribirse.

El día del evento, sacaron a los presos y los llevaron, en carros blindados, al poliedro de Caracas, donde se realizaría la competencia. El lugar estaba repleto y los asistentes estaban muy emocionados: la algarabía, los gritos a favor de sus amigos, las consignas se escuchaban por todo el recinto.

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A la hora acordada, comenzó la presentación de cada participante y también comenzaron los plausos de la gente. Stewie fue uno de los primeros en subirse al escenario. Aunque no era muy bueno con la guitarra y apenas tenía un “chorrito” de voz, su estilo desenfadado y extrovertido, entusiasmó al público que lo aplaudió enloquecido:

_¡¡Qué viva el rocanrol!! –gritaba Stewie moviendo sus caderas como si fuera una lavadora y la gente se reía por su show.

Casi al final, entró Michell. Estaba nerviosa y se paró al frente del escenario. Buscó el micrófono y dijo con voz trémula:

_Hoy quiero tocar para ustedes dos canciones. La primera es una canción que escribí estando en la prisión y la otra es una conocida por ustedes.

Con estas palabras dio inicio a su intervención. La primera canción era una balada pop que hablaba de la injusticia, de los peligros que viven las mujeres en las calles, de las orugas que nunca logran ser mariposas, del canto de los grillos que en mitad de la oscuridad de la cárcel hacen compañía. Cuando la terminó, la gente lloraba y aplaudía porque la voz de Michelle les había despertado el alma. Sentían que aquella canción hablaba de ellos y por primera vez, después de mucho tiempo, sintieron que alguien los reconocía.

En mitad de los aplausos, comenzó a sonar la segunda canción: Rock en la cárcel y se prendió la fiesta. El público comenzó a cantar y a bailar. Aquel era el comienzo de una estrella llamada Michelle.

Al final, no hubo dudas del vencedor: Michelle era la absoluta e indiscutible ganadora. Después de aquello, revisaron el caso de Michelle y se descubrió el tráfico de influencias en su sentencia. Inmediatamente quedó libre y una productora musical la contactó para que firmara un contrato. También, después de eso, los directores de las cárceles acordaron realizar anualmente un evento como aquel y poner música diariamente para que los prisioneros no se sintieran tan infelices y sintieran que no solo el canto de los grillos les hacía compañía.

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La imagen principal es de libre uso y editada en Canva, y el texto fue traducido con Deepl Translate

[Versión en Inglés]
After the high number of suicides in the city's prisons was detected, the prison directors met to look for a solution to such a terrible problem. One of the psychologists who had worked with the inmates came up with a solution:
_The inmates need to engage in recreational activities. They need to integrate, smile and get a reason to live.
Under this premise, they agreed to hold a big competition of musical prisoners. To this end, they put up posters in every prison in the city about the big musical event, which would be called “Rock in Prison”. Among the prizes were $1,000 in cash and a review of their case.
Sign-ups began immediately and excitement was in the air. One of the first entries was Stewie, a wild young man who boasted a past not only in a pickpocket gang, but also in a rock band:
_That prize is mine. I'm not only good with the guitar, I'm also a monster with my hips,” he said, laughing and shaking his body like Elvis Presley.
In the women's prison there were very few girls with musical talent, but among them was Michelle, who was there because of a case of abuse: in self-defense, she had injured a man who had beaten her, but because the man had power and money, her case had been shelved.
Her friend, Cindy, was trying to convince her:
_Michelle is your chance to get out of here. This is not your world and I've heard you: you sing beautifully. You're very talented. What's the harm in trying? -were Cindy's words and Michelle was convinced, so she decided to sign up.
On the day of the event, the prisoners were taken in armored cars to the Caracas Polyhedron, where the competition was to be held. The place was packed and the attendees were very excited: the noise, the shouts in favor of their friends, the slogans could be heard all over the place.
At the appointed time, the presentation of each participant began and so did the cheers from the crowd. Stewie was one of the first to take the stage. Although he was not very good with the guitar and he barely had a “trickle” of voice, his casual and extroverted style, excited the audience who applauded him wildly:
_¡¡¡Que viva el rocanrol! -shouted Stewie moving his hips as if he were a washing machine and the people laughed at his show.
Near the end, Michell walked in. She was nervous and stood at the front of the stage. She reached for the microphone and said in a tremulous voice:
_Today I want to play for you two songs. The first is a song I wrote while I was in prison and the other is a song you know.
With these words he began his speech. The first song was a pop ballad that spoke of injustice, of the dangers that women live in the streets, of the caterpillars that never become butterflies, of the song of the crickets that in the middle of the prison keep them company. When she finished, people cried and applauded because Michelle's voice had awakened their souls. They felt that if angels sang, they should sing like that girl.
In the middle of the applause, the second song began to play: Rock in jail and the party started. The audience began to sing and dance. This was the beginning of a star named Michelle.
In the end, there was no doubt about the winner: Michelle was the absolute and undisputed winner. After that, Michelle's case was reviewed and influence peddling in her sentencing was discovered. She was immediately released and a music production company contacted her to sign a contract. Also, after that, the prison directors agreed to hold an annual event like that and to play music daily so that the prisoners would not feel so unhappy and would feel that not only the crickets' chirping was keeping them company.