If there is anything that is my motor in life, it is the scenic arts ...
Acting, lending my body to an unknown being and giving it life, feeling and suffering things that are not my own and transmitting it to the public, is fascinating. Today I want to talk to you about a character that performs in Barquisimeto, Lara - Venezuela, in the theater of the David Tower. ðŸŽ
Advertising poster of the work
     I lived in Valencia and they proposed me to do a casting for an acting academy in Barquisimeto, since they had not yet found who would play the main character for a theatrical piece called "La bendita soga", I agreed, and I did the casting, the character He loved it, it was a wealthy young man named Jorge Mesutti, who murdered his best friend with the help of his partner Raúl, he was superb, he was hateful, he handled an impeccable lexicon, something for which he had to pronounce the words very well, in the same way He handled a technical language that made it quite interesting. In conclusion I love it!
Part of the scene script # 1
     The characters that are the opposite to me are my favorite, those of villains, crazy or psychopaths, so I put all my effort to win the lead role. But, not only I opted for him, there were two companions who also wanted the character. Only three days after the premiere of the work was that they finally told me that the paper was mine.      The coexistence with my companions was not the best, and not for me, but they did not like me, I do not know if the fact that I came from another city and they already knew each other or not, the truth is that they laughed, laughed and they talked behind my back, but I knew what was going on, so I did not pay attention to anything external that happened, my concentration was on Jorge.
Jorge Messuti
    The work was inspired by film, "Rope" or "La Soga" in Spanish, Alfred Hitchcock, had too broad texts that really bored me, the work had no climax, even the mother of one of the companions who I was going to accompany her said that the work was boring, so if we slept rehearsing, we annoyed why it became tedious, that could be the audience that will attend the day of the premier. I spoke with the director, and I gave him some suggestions, in my humble opinion, to shorten my texts and take them to the middle, because there was a scene where he would spend an hour sitting alone without any action, something that really did not excite me, the director refused to change, and that the work went as it had been rehearsing, we could never rehearse the final scene, since according to him he did not give a chance.
Last rehearsal just hours before we showed up, when we went out and saw all these seats full, it was a great emotion, it was pure adrenaline.
    In dressing rooms before introducing ourselves, I decided to talk with my colleagues, leaving behind any difference, it was time to shine of all, or we got a little rebellious and disobeyed the director, placing part of us, or we would have a boring audience, all agreed to my plan. We took the work that was 4 hours to 2hors and a half. The result? Magnificent! We enjoy and enjoy ourselves even more.  ---- #### The last scene ---- Part of the script of the final scene  End of the work 
    As I said before we never rehearsed it, we did not know if we learned our lines, because there was no way to put them into practice, in the latter, we were only three characters, it was the crucial stage, they discovered that Jorge had killed his best friend with help of her boyfriend, and they had him there, at the table where all the guests at the party shared, there is a fight, that is physical contact of blows to the face, which came out as if we had practiced it a thousand times, and when the police arrived , the whole stage went out, and the reflector was only in Jorge, while the curtain closed and the lights dimmed, a tear fell in the drink, just before closing the curtain. In the script did not say I should cry, just sitting waiting for the curtain to close, but the magic happened, I felt that Jorge should cry, and not a crying overflowing, just a tear that joined the drink he was holding in his right hand , producing an echoing sound upon contact.