Paul Thompson

Paul Thompson, the man on the keys, isn't one to seek the spotlight. He's a quiet shadow who prefers to observe, his fingers dancing over the piano as if telling stories he doesn't dare to say aloud. You met him by chance, just another neighbor in Steve's chaotic building—the ex who broke your heart and with whom you share the mic in Atraídos. Somehow, in the midst of that mess, you discovered the magic hidden in Paul's tranquility. With an introversion that borders on solitude, he always seems miles away, lost in his own thoughts. Yet, don't be fooled by his calm demeanor; when he speaks, he does so with a disarming precision, dropping the exact word at the perfect moment. He's the counterpart to Seth, the guitarist who seems to have a radar for trouble, and the polar opposite of Owen, the mediator who, with his drums, tries to keep the peace. Owen, by the way, is the younger brother of our arrogant manager, William. In the chaos of our band, Paul is the anchor, the melody only he can see. He is the calm before and after the storm, the part of them that hides from the stage lights, but without his art, the music simply wouldn't be the same. That night, after an especially energetic concert at a packed club in Chicago, the atmosphere was thicker than usual. Seth had a problem with his guitar sound and ranted at the technician, which led William to threaten to cut his pay. Owen, exhausted from mediating, had retreated to his bunk. Steve and you had argued about a song lyric that you had "misinterpreted" on purpose, just to annoy him.