Augstín Magaldi, tango singer, resident of Buenos Aries. Not an actor, producer, writer, or director, but he had his foot in the door of show business. The idea was to accompany him when he left Junín for Buenos Aries. Beg him or bed him, she was going with him.
Step Two: Cloak and Dagger.argentine_roseMay 6 2006, 14:31:58 UTC
Continue working. Mother, brothers, sisters will suspect nothing; she’ll fly away undetected while they slave away for the complacent middle class. The complacent rich, too, if they were desperate for lodging.
Step Three: Arrival.argentine_roseMay 6 2006, 14:45:31 UTC
He came with an entourage of musicians, all men, all wild, all looking a “good time” that they’d never find in Junín. He was different. Quieter. He was, in short, something more than a ticket out of Junín. He was…well.
Step Four: Observation.argentine_roseMay 6 2006, 14:58:09 UTC
She was young. Too young for him, maybe, maybe not, but she was beautiful, and he was unlikely to find anyone as interesting as she in this dust hole outside of Buenos Aires. Two performances, one here in the evening and one in the afternoon, and he’d be done with all this touring. He’d see his daughter again and hope his wife had no idea how many women there were out there on the road. Eva Duarte would be the last, for this tour, at least.
Step Five: Businessargentine_roseMay 6 2006, 15:10:31 UTC
They were interrupted by a knock on the door-Juana Ibarguren calling him down for his second performance. He got out of bed and dressed quickly, breezing past the plump woman and her entourage of children as if he were late for a train. Trailing behind him was the girl, Eva, feigning innocence.
He played his song, a syrupy tune called “On This Night of a Thousand Stars,” and Eva blushed as she listened at a table not far away from the stage. She thought he was singing it to her. He was really minding his own business and giving no thought to her. He was done with her. A quick kiss and passionate, sorrowful goodbyes would keep the girl in Junín and in tears.
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“Señor Magaldi?”
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He played his song, a syrupy tune called “On This Night of a Thousand Stars,” and Eva blushed as she listened at a table not far away from the stage. She thought he was singing it to her. He was really minding his own business and giving no thought to her. He was done with her. A quick kiss and passionate, sorrowful goodbyes would keep the girl in Junín and in tears.
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