Having heard about the massive casting Lucía, could not help wishing that character more than anything in her life, even more than her morality. The events have been occurred in a strange, magnetic manner that had lead her to obsession. Matucana 100, the cultural center that she had always adored, was offering the creation of a new play constituted by neighbors. Yes, neighbors. They would be able to perform the play without needing being a professional.
“Perfect”- she articulated while one of her blonde curls fallen down to her face.
Her life hadn’t been so easy. After her father died she had to raise her family beside her mother. Being the older sister among six girls had any advantage in this case. She had to do almost anything to obtain something to eat. She worked as maid, she had to ask for alms day after day in the centre of Santiago, she had to clean thousand times the street of Matucana only to get…. No, it was not necessary to think about that. There have passed more than five years from that and now she was more than beautiful to think about poverty.
“It does not matter”- she snapped her tongue while walking throughout the room. She did not need to think about their family to reach her goal. He wanted the character and now only Matucana 100 mattered. In darkness times it has been a spark in the dimness. She may dare to say that she had learnt everything that she knew thanks to that place. There she found that acting was not so bad, that music sounded with colors and those paintings were able to speak in silence. In the silence of a girl who cried for a piece of bread. In was the shelter of….
“Hello, darling”- her husband claimed through the door- “Let’s go to the audition you said you have been waiting for”.
Indeed she was beautiful and that had helped her to find a rich man as Harry. The difference that their love was not only a matter of money it was a matter of tender love that help them both to survive. It took a long time to arrive. Now she lived as far as she could from the place. Once there, with the building in front of her eyes, she felt that her legs were going to fail. Indeed it has changed, now it was bigger, cleaner and more colorful but the brick were the same. She checked it once her hand touched it unwittingly. They entered and found something unbelievable: there were more people that she had expected, now the place was given attention. She followed the queue and wait for her turn. Her hands were sweating. And once she entered she was feeling that even her hair was wet. The room was the same where she witnessed when she felt poverty in her bones.
The first cast was basically to show the physical abilities everyone had. She succeed easily. Then she had to speak at loud to test her voice tone as suitable to perform a parlament. While she was talking someone appeared: a young long black hair girl appeared singing like a nightingale. She was also doing the same tasks as her but she had not noticed her until her voiced surpassed her. She looked at her and saw the word “Clara” written in her rack. The girl, humbly dressed gave her a tender look. “She is perfect”, articulated Lucía opening her eyes as big as possible. Once together, the judges reveled the last test :. There were not given words. That shocked her, and made her shiver more than expected. The words were supposed to be invented by the performer. They had to say why they were linked to Matucana 100, what was the identity of each one that deserve to have the principal character, that was all about: a project were the identity of Matucana 100 was reflected in people. Lucía started to shiver without warning, she refused to do so! She had forgotten everything about the place that may cause
“I am sorry. I am not available”- said with metallic voice.
She started walking seeing everything red than ever. Until something soft touch her hand.
“Lucía, why are you leaving? Don’t you remember? You do”
And she did, Lucía remembered that she indeed had an identity related to Matucana 100, she always had one. The thing is that she had hidden it too far to admit it. She had learnt everything there, she had started loving theatre within those walls. She had find not only culture but also beauty shelter in art.
“I am part of Matucana 100. I raised here, with my family. I learnt about life in this walls. I am Matucana 100, indeed”
“As always”- said Clara. She was her sister and had finally found her Lucía after the years. Life had been difficult but once Lucía looked into her eyes, she discovered that returning to her family home after all the fights that had fallen them apart was the main goal of everything