THE INTERVIEW

It was barely dawn when Amaranta got up in silence. Since Madame Sáenz had so kindly offered them a place to stay, she could not repay her kindness by sleeping until Madame arrived at the bookstore and found her still sleeping peacefully.

Once out of bed, Amaranta began to silently clean the bookcase, making as little noise as possible. He used water to clean the shelves and every inch of the floorboards, paying attention to every detail, until every inch of the store shined, it was hard work, but very comforting to know that he was thanking everyone in this way. Madame Sáenz for her kindness to her and her grandmother Mary.

Getting up shortly after Amaranta, her grandmother helped water the flowering plants outside the store and swept up the fallen leaves at the entrance.

When Madame Sáenz arrived, she was greeted with a picture of brilliant order. Her bookcase was clean, free of dust and straw, like she had not seen in a long time. —"Madam, she has been working too hard."

The grandmother replied softly: "Not at all. If you had not welcomed us kindly, my granddaughter and I would have had to sleep on the streets…"

Madame Sáenz and Grandma Mary entered the store. Amaranta, fresh out of the shower, was wearing a white dress printed with small blue flowers. With her bright golden hair in two long braids, she looked exceptionally charming, like a little fairy from the fields of ancient Russian stories- "Grandma, wait for me here, I'll buy you breakfast."

Dressed in her signature caftan, Madame Saenz said, "I brought you some breakfast. Just eat these for now, since you don't have much time to spare." She gave him a bag of buns and a couple glasses of coffee.

Amaranta thanked him repeatedly.

After she and her grandmother had breakfast, Amaranta left the store with her simple, somewhat worn backpack.

Seeing Amaranta's energetic figure walking away, Madame Sáenz suddenly had a thought, a feeling that perhaps this was her, the girl he had been waiting for a long time, she was perfect from his point of view, if it is she, whom he has been waiting all these years.

It was as if the character she had created with her pen had come to life and stepped out of the book. She took on a life of her own in the body of Amaranta Cid. It was her. She had finally found her.

She had found the female lead who could play the role in that particular film. The person in her imagination had come to life.

Without a suitable person to play it, I would prefer not to film the film at all, as the creator of that work, I preferred that it not see the light of day, if they did not follow the perfect woman for their main character, not everyone could represent that girl from their memories .

When Amaranta arrived at the academy, there was already a large crowd of people milling around the entrance doors. The crowd consisted of applicants coming for interviews and some of their parents.

With great difficulty, Amaranta made her way through the crowd and passed the entrance doors to the academy. He then went to join the line at the recruiting office to get an evaluation pass.

The other girls waiting in line were of different shapes and sizes, and they were all dressed in designer clothes. On the other hand, standing in the middle of these beautifully made-up, elegantly dressed girls, Amaranta Cid was seen without a trace of makeup on her face, she was like a breath of fresh air, her skin was clean, beautiful by nature, without imperfections, showing that beautiful look that left many speechless, not to mention those pink heart shaped lips.

Having obtained hers, Amaranta left the registrar's office, followed the instructions on the classroom signs for the interview, and waited outside for her name to be called.

Amaranta sat on the bench outside the classroom and waited for her turn. She had just sat down when a girl who had been sitting there stood up, a look of revulsion and thinly concealed contempt on her face.

Amaranta looked at her and decided that it would be really amazing if she passed the first interview in that outfit. She knew that she couldn't compare herself to any of the girls who were in that place, who were wearing the best clothing brands on the market.

Amaranta had never included herself in experimenting with this unconventional fashion, of wearing extreme colors in her hair, wearing earrings on her face or on her abdomen, wearing too much makeup, but the girl who took the place of the woman who despised her was someone Very particular, not even at the height of her youthful rebellion, did she dare to show herself like she did right now.

Maybe it was because this girl and Amaranta were dressed relatively "extravagantly" that the other people around her didn't seem ready.

a lot of attention to the unconventional girl.

He took a look at her old-fashioned dress, and the white sneakers that have been washed umpteen times, the girl who had more than 4 different colors in her hair, several earrings in her eyebrows, lips, nose, and two in her navel and spoke delicately. : "Hey, did you come from a farm? In your town, are you like the queen of the town?"

Farm?

Queen of the people?

At the girl's questions, Amaranta raised her head and smiled sweetly and asked, "What is a queen of the people?" She asked, "No."

"She's like, the prettiest girl in town, you know? Since you're here to apply for admission to the film academy, shouldn't you have bought some new clothes? Just look at you, dressed in such old-fashioned and worn-out clothes. Definitely not!" You will pass the first interview!"

Having said her piece, the girl took out a small mirror from her bag and looked at it, carefully checking her appearance.

Shortly after, the girl, while continuing to admire herself in the mirror, murmured to herself: "I thank my parents for giving me such a pretty face, they are so beautiful, it is impossible for me not to pass the first interview."

Hearing that, Amaranta really felt like laughing, but instead she just closed her eyes and waited silently for her turn.

After some time, a Professor came out of the classroom and read the numbers of the next applicants. "No." No. 99, No. 100. Please come in."

No. 99: that was the number of passes by Amaranta Cid.

Holding hers, Amaranta entered the classroom, while No. 100 followed him and also passed into the classroom.

At that moment, Amaranta looked at number 100, who was right behind her, and froze in shock.

She… Isn't she ANA SANTAMARINA?

She. Why was she applying to the film academy?

Ana Santamarina was wearing a long white dress, and her hair was loose and cascading down to her small waist. Her small face was lightly made up to skillfully highlight the most attractive features of her face.

"No. 100, come here and do your makeup. No. 99, start preparing for your performance."

Amaranta took a long, deep breath. Meeting her archenemy so unexpectedly at this time, affected, without a doubt, her mood changed a little.

At first, all Amaranta wanted was to use the interview at the Capital City Film Academy as an excuse to send her grandmother for a medical checkup at the Main Hospital. But now, seeing Ana Santamarina here, all the wounds and damage that she had suffered in her past life once again flooded into her heart.

The feeling of injustice, hatred, anger, and despair instantly took control of all his senses.

(Amaranta Cid's Moment to Act)

Amaranta Cid came out, her face radiant with happiness, she was happy, her face radiant, her eyes bright, her smile beautiful. He could see his car in the distance, surrounded by a large group of people.

Very quickly, he made his way through the crowd of onlookers and saw some emergency services personnel in the distance, preparing to force open the car window.

Amaranta approached them and asked, "Excuse me, what is going on here?" — Change your attitude immediately

When the car door was forced open, she could see the face of a child, that child was her son, her little Álvaro.

Shocked to the core, Amaranta's legs gave out, and she immediately fell to the ground. Reaching out, she touched the boy's hot, scorching skin and was so traumatized that she shook uncontrollably. Her lips moved, but she couldn't make a single sound.

Her eyes became hollows of terrifying emptiness.

The little Amaranta sketch was a solo act.

However, she effectively presented the many facets of the scene, giving it exceptional dimension and depth, demonstrating a true gift for acting.

The emotions of happiness, confusion, fear, horror, and hopelessness were portrayed through her subtle facial expressions.

The three Judges were instantly drawn to the scene, even though there was no other person performing in front of Amaranta Cid. From the minute details of facial expressions and body language, the Judges were able to discern the context of the brief scene. They immediately understood Amaranta's performance, her sense of perception of human emotions was incredible.

"Your Honor, my performance is over."

Amaranta got up from the ground, her face returned to its normal expression.

There was wordless admiration on the faces of the three Admission Judges.

In unison, without hesitation, they made a small red "card" next to Amaranta Cid's name on their respective lists.