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Chapter 1: Introducing me

Actually, I'd rather spare you from all those formalities about introducing myself and telling you who I am. However, I think it's necessary for you to know who the person writing behind his computer screen is and why he is doing it. Anyway, I'm going to leave out all the details about my past, the city where I was raised and who my parents were because I don't want to talk about it. You don't want to know all that stuff, trust me, that doesn't add up to this story. Although, I guess it does help to give you some context, so I'll share a little bit. My name is Dante, I'm 20 years old. I come from a very small town in the south of the Argentina, born and raised there. Went to high school there and finished my studies, but my future wasn't looking very promising in regards to work or even college. To me, it's a town in which nothing goes by, only time... even so, it was my hometown for many years and I love it because of that, I've grown fond of it. But I wasn't fitting there anymore, I wanted more and I needed to run away from there. As for my parents, they were the noblest people I've ever met: righteous, kind, patient and every other positive adjective that you can think of. But, as you may have noticed, I used the verb in the past tense form “were”. They are gone. And let's leave it at that... The city had nothing left for me, nothing to offer, nothing holding me back. That's why I came to Buenos Aires. I came here with a suitcase and a dream, no more than that. I knew I wanted to dive into the world of arts, I felt that I belonged there... and so I did, I signed up at an institute to do musical theater. And that's precisely what I wanted to tell you about, about something that happened in the institute almost a year and a half ago. It all started one day while I was feeling bad and, in that moment, I started writing this story. Because we all have bad days and we all have something to tell, something that we need to let out and express, we all have a story. Well, this is mine: the story of discovering and realizing who I am. A story that goes by in a place (here), in a moment (now), a story about a person (me), about a feeling (love) that also involves another person, a relationship, and how all of that is affected as time passes. Because love tends to do that... If it is the right person, it can turn your world upside down, making you do things that you never imagined, testing your limits and how far you are willing to go for it. This is my story, and it goes something like this...