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MidReal Story
The Trumpet Player
Scenario:"Manuel Machado: Sonidos de un Viaje"
Género: Drama biográfico con elementos musicales
Estilo visual: Cine de autor con toques de documental y realismo mágico
Colores y estética: Paleta cálida y vibrante en Cuba (tonos ocres, rojizos y dorados), con contrastes fríos y urbanos en España (azules, grises y sombras marcadas).
ESCENOGRAFÍA Y AMBIENTACIÓN
Infancia en Santa Clara, Cuba (Años 60-70)
Locaciones: Calles adoquinadas de Santa Clara, casas coloniales de techos altos, patios con vegetación tropical, mercados llenos de vida.
Atmósfera: Luz natural, cálida, con polvo en el aire al atardecer. Sombras largas que crean un ambiente nostálgico.
Detalles: Trompetas oxidadas en rincones de la ciudad, niños tocando con latas como instrumentos, vecinas chismeando desde los balcones.
Juventud en La Habana (Años 80)
Locaciones: La Escuela Nacional de Arte (interiores de aulas con pupitres gastados, instrumentos viejos pero llenos de historia), el Malecón con el sonido de las olas, clubes de jazz con humo de cigarro y luces tenues.
Colores: Rojos y dorados en los clubes, verde y azul para la ciudad, reflejando la energía de la juventud y la efervescencia musical.
Movimiento de cámara: Planos secuencia en las jam sessions, cámara en mano para capturar la improvisación en la calle.
Llegada a España (Años 90)
Locaciones: Calles de Madrid con su arquitectura castiza, bares de flamenco oscuros y llenos de duende, estudios de grabación con paredes de madera y luces ámbar.
Colores: Transición de la calidez cubana a tonos más neutros (grises, ocres), reflejando el choque cultural y el proceso de adaptación.
Cámara: Tomas amplias para mostrar el contraste entre los espacios abiertos cubanos y la densidad urbana de España.
Consagración y madurez artística (2000 en adelante)
Locaciones: Festivales de jazz, grandes teatros, escenarios con luces de neón y reflejos metálicos.
Colores: Uso del blanco y negro en ciertos momentos para reflejar el legado y la introspección del artista.
Movimiento de cámara: Tomas lentas con steadycam en conciertos, detalles en primeros planos de las manos y la trompeta.
DETALLES CINEMATOGRÁFICOS
Planos detalle: Primerísimos planos de la boquilla de la trompeta vibrando con el sonido, gotas de sudor en la piel durante una improvisación intensa, manos golpeando tambores en un jam session.
Planos generales: La ciudad de Santa Clara desde un dron al amanecer, el Malecón con músicos callejeros, la Gran Vía de Madrid en una noche lluviosa.
Transiciones creativas: El humo de un cigarro convirtiéndose en niebla en un escenario, el sonido de un aplauso que se funde con el rugido del mar, una partitura que se transforma en la silueta de un director de orquesta.
Uso del sonido: Enfatizar la respiración antes de tocar, los silencios en la música, el eco de una trompeta en un teatro vacío.
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Juan Sanchez
resourceful, and loyal. Juan provides support to Manuel during his transition into Spanish society by offering him gigs at local clubs and sharing his knowledge of the Madrid jazz scene.
Ana Rodriguez
passionate, and determined. Ana helps Manuel adjust to life in Spain by introducing him to flamenco culture and encouraging his musical pursuits. Her relationship with Manuel deepens as they explore the city together and share moments of intimacy.
Luis Machado
supportive, and ambitious. Luis shares a close bond with Manuel and introduces him to music at an early age. His tragic death in an accident deeply affects Manuel's life trajectory. Despite his passing, Luis remains an inspiration to Manuel as he pursues his own musical career.
**Manuel Machado: Sounds of a Journey**
**Genre:** Biographical drama with musical elements
**Visual Style:** Author cinema with touches of documentary and magical realism
**Colors and Aesthetic:** A warm and vibrant palette in Cuba (ochres, reddish hues, golds), juxtaposed with cool and urban contrasts in Spain (blues, grays, pronounced shadows)
In the 1960s, in Cuba, two brothers, Luis and Manuel, discover jazz amidst the colonial architecture and vibrant streets of Santa Clara.
Luis teaches Manuel how to play the trumpet.
Tragically, Luis dies in an accident.
Manuel moves to Havana to study at the National School of Art, where he becomes immersed in jazz.
He travels to Spain in the 1990s, experiencing cultural shock as he adapts to a new environment.
There he meets Ana Rodriguez, a Spanish flamenco dancer, and Juan Sanchez, a fellow musician.
Manuel finds solace in music and pursues a career as a jazz trumpeter and composer.
His journey is marked by the loss of his brother and his determination to follow his dreams.
Years later, Manuel becomes a renowned musician, reflecting on his life journey and the inspirations behind his music.
**Childhood in Santa Clara, Cuba (1960s-70s)**
The cobblestone streets of Santa Clara are covered with a thin layer of dust at sunset.
The rusty trumpets seem to be nestled in every corner of the city.
In the dimly lit room of my childhood home, the air is thick with nostalgia.
The trumpet, once vibrant in Luis's hands, now rests on a dusty shelf.
I reach for it, feeling the weight of memories as my fingers trace its worn surface.
Outside, the chatter of neighbors and the distant laughter of children drift through the open window.
I bring the trumpet to my lips, hesitating as Luis's voice echoes in my mind.
Slowly, I play the melody he taught me, each note a tribute to him.
The sound lingers in the air, a promise to never forget.
I leave the room, trumpet in hand, and walk through the cobblestone streets of Santa Clara.
The sun casts long shadows, and the air is thick with the scent of tropical flowers.
Children play with makeshift instruments, their laughter echoing off colonial walls.
I pass familiar faces, nodding in silent acknowledgment.
My feet lead me to the old plaza where Luis and I spent countless afternoons.
The rusted fountain stands as before, surrounded by vibrant market stalls.
I sit on our usual bench, feeling the warmth of the stone beneath me.
Ana approaches, her flamenco shoes tapping softly against the cobblestones.
"Manuel, I've been looking for you," she says, her voice a blend of concern and curiosity.
He looks up, the trumpet resting on his lap. "I was just thinking about Luis... and how he would have loved to hear you dance to our music."
Ana sits beside him on the bench, her hand reaching for the trumpet case beside him.
Her fingers trace the edges of the worn leather.
"Manuel, there's something you should know."
Her voice is soft, yet filled with a weight that makes his heart skip a beat.
She looks into his eyes, hers filled with intensity.
"Luis left you a letter. It's hidden in the trumpet case."
His breath catches as he stares at the case, now heavy with new meaning.
He fumbles with the latches, his hands trembling slightly.
The case opens with a creak, revealing a folded piece of paper tucked beneath the velvet lining.
Manuel's voice is barely a whisper, "Why didn't you tell me sooner, Ana?"
She hesitates, her gaze dropping to the ground, "I promised Luis I'd wait until you were ready to hear it."
He nods slowly, unfolding the letter with trembling hands, "I guess I'm ready now."
