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Thursday, October 28, 2004

Musical Brothers


Everyone childhood was marked with little moments, things that happens and people who influence us, some of then are evident, like a. scar in a smooth kin, and others more subtle, even inappreciable, like a memory of a name that now be don’t even know, but some how its strangely familiar.

I try hard in show my small world to my brothers, no for make they been like a copy of me, just to given they more choices that then ones that everybody could choose. Nowadays they own world it’s big and a I see little part of the things I loved in there.

I remember perfectly that to me was happened the same, in same way, part of the music I listen its influence by my bigger sister, even some of the books that I read where I was a child, I happy to see that our little worlds are replicate and share within we love.

Some years ago I brought my sister to home to show they Madrid city for a weak, we went to see my favorites places, at that moment, and many others places that I consider that they could liked, once was a Musical.
My passion for Musicals its parade with my passion for movies, I transmitted to my sisters some years ago, they only been in small plays y small theatres and they never been in nothing similar as a Musical, and that time they was in Madrid “Beauty and the Beast” so I decided that its could be a greet manner to show something that they don’t know.

Be bought a good tickets, I don’t usually see they in many time so I spend money without thinking how much its, and we went to the theatre with a lot of illusion, we where a few meters from the scene and in the air we smell like theatre smelt, they were nervous and the couldn’t be quiet in they chairs, and I laugh for happiness because they illusion that they has to went to the play.

Lights go down and the orchestra star to play, and was like magic, they sited and listen the music without saying a word, they have red cheeks of happiness, and they moving the little feet according the music, I have recorded in my memory they surprise faces for the spectacular thing they saw, the dances, choreography light and sound.

Between two acts my little sister said with a true illusion: - Juan, this it’s like cinema, but for real-.

They make me to sensed that I’m the best brother in the world, even If I’m not, and nowadays when we spoke, even its was a long time ago, they tell me that If they come to Madrid we go to see one musical.

Live it’s a musical.

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