Act 1: Smoldering, blazing sunset beaming on the eyes of an American in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. He carries a suitcase and wears an ocean blue shirt that is unmatched by his red scarf. Entering a coffee shop that is filled with the overwhelming smell of coffee bean. Yelling is overpower the quiet conversations that were taking place in the shop. “Hurry up! we have customers! Hurry! Hurry!”
One worker runs out the door like he is running away from the bulls in Spain. The American was startled for a moment than recollect himself and began looking at the menu. “I will have a coffee, with cream and no sugar.” The owner nods and begins making the gentleman his coffee.
Act 2: Seating and staring at the last seconds of the sun setting, the American realizes he needs to make a phone call to a friend. Dialing away and simply waiting for a pick up. Suddenly,”Hello, Danny?” The American quickly answers,” Pedro! I am happy you picked up I was wondering if you wanted to meet me at The Joyce Theater tonight.” Pedro answers, “Sounds good Danny. Want me to bring the black bag? Danny pauses for a moment then says,”Yes, It is time. I will see you there in an hour.”
Hanging up the black cell phone the American finally gets his coffee from the owner. Sipping the hot liquid like it was lava rolling down the throat. Although, lava can sooth the stomach once it gets passed the throat. The young man began to leave the coffee shop and thanking the owner. The night life was lively like it was new years eve. Fireworks all over the sky and party lights were all the way down the streets covering the shops in Rio. Horns blaring and all of the locals were walking in the same direction that the American was going towards, which was forward.
Act 3: Walking into the Joyce theater was like squeezing a dozen marshmallows into your mouth at once. It was very difficult but just closely possible to get in the theater. Pedro waiting for Danny with a black bag and straight face like he had a gun to his head. Pedro appeared to be nervous and uncomfortable. Danny took the bag from Pedro,” Thank you.” Pedro answered,”knock them died!”
Danny found his seat and waited for the first performance. Hip Hop was the first dance that was performed on the Joyce stage. Many locals were clapping like it was big party that was never going to end. There were famous professional dancers that were judging the performers. The opening dance ended and Danny stood up and got on the stage. The audience gasped from what was in the black bag.
Danny opened the and pulled out ballet shoes. Then pointed at Pedro to start the music. Swaying, flowing, fierceness and nostalgic. The American’s performance was beautiful and broke people’s hearts. The dance had to do with his lost of a family member.
Act 4: The flow began to slowly be diminished by cries and silence. Pedro faded the music backstage. The crowd cheered with a roaring applause. Pedro was jumping up and down in excitement for his buddy. Danny stood up and took a bow for the crowd. Then left the Joyce theater with Pedro. One of the judges came running out of the Joyce to get Danny’s attention.”Hey you! wait up! What is your name?” Danny in shock said,”Danny Keitel.” The judge immediately offered him something that could change the American’s life forever.
The judge said,”Danny would you like to work with my company back in the U.S? We can discuss a salary later.” His eyes were gazing in the American’s betty little eyes.
Act 5: Danny woke up with a tapping on his back. “Sirrr!! Hello?” The worker from the coffee shop had a muffin for Danny. “Sir, you can have this ass whooping muffin that I just batch up, I had to get chocolate chips at the market. My bad, that it took so long, but you also fell asleep, so I did not want to wake you up.”
Danny disappointed that his dream performance was a nightmare because it was not true. His struggle for success and attention was still a reality. Although he understand that the festival at the Joyce was coming up. There is hope, but for now he has to enjoy a crappy cup of coffee in Rio. The worker said,” Sir, we have to close in a minute so stuff that muffin down your throat and get out!” The American smiled and just took his muffin and walked on the streets of Rio and enjoyed the nightlife.