Black&White 1

The blonde lies on her side on the piano, her vague gaze changes to suggestive and she starts singing, sitting up slowly. Her velvety voice entices the audience to listen in silence, enchanted by the sensuality of her soft, calculated movements that reverberate in the folds of her white silk dress.

A man enters and sits in the front row, leaving his Fedora hat on the table. He orders a drink and looks at the singer. The blonde continues to enthrall the public while a whisky is brought to table of the newcomer. When the man bends to take his drink, the blonde sees the bulge of the gun under the jacket and the tension becomes visible in her expression, the sudden stiffness of her movements and the light tremble of her voice, but she recovers her composure seconds later. Her voice, her movements and the music merge in a single element. The blonde finishes his song gently, savouring each word. With the last note, the man rises and shoots the singer, one, two, three times showing an impassive face. Cries are heard throughout the room and the crowd panics. The man leaves the building quickly among the flood of people, without losing his composure. He merges with the shadows of the night. Cast in black.

The blank stare of the blonde receives a detective when he enters the autopsy room. The pathologist studies the holes on the white skin. He shows the detective the bullets and the position of the gun when the shooter caught up with the singer. The forensic examiner closes the eyes of the blonde and her blue eyes disappear under her eyelids forever. The detective raises the flaps of his raincoat and goes out into the street. It is dark and a heavy rain falls relentlessly . He remembers while driving. Chained cast.

The blonde and himself are sitting at a table in the room where the blonde sings. They argue. He is trying to convince her that she needs protection while she flatly refuses. She needs to sing, it is her life and does not want anyone to control it. She stands departing the table, leaving behind a white scarf. Cast in white.

The detective parks his car on a street and enters his apartment. He removes his coat and hat soaked by the rain. He serves himself a drink. Sits at his desk and pulls out a white scarf from one of the drawers. He stays very still caressing the scarf with one hand while holding the drink in the other. Cast in black.


© Chelo Cadavid 2014