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The Cure was coming to town. Unfortunately, as life was determined to be specifically difficult to this woman, she had recently lost all her money. This meant working at her lame ass job every night and having no money to spare on concert tickets. She was a full-time receptionist for the biggest art museum in town. The night before, as she drank beers with her friends she was gloomy at the thought of them singing her favorite songs at the top of their lungs and already dreading the pictures she would later have to “excitingly” look at. Those type of people, the ones that rub in your face what they know you wanted but couldn't have, those are the worst.
Saturday at 7:30 her alarm went off. 7:30 on a Saturday, fun. She jumped in for a quick shower, got out and did her hair. She went to her closet and decided on a fitting pant suit which looked characteristically good on her, she picked out a pair of matching pumps and applied a tiny bit of makeup which was just enough for her fresh-looking face. As she drove across town she sang whatever was playing on the radio, The Beatles if I’m right, determined to make this a good day, reassuring herself that soon things would take a turn for the better.
She got to her desk, turned on the computer, took out of her bag a tiny mirror and stared at herself. She was so beautiful yet so sad. A woman who turned heads every time she walked into a room. She knew she was pretty, but she couldn’t care less. Susy walked in, she greeted her, they got involved in a tiny bit of chitchat which she quickly yet nicely ended and turned her attention to the papers that were in front of her desk.
A new exhibition was coming to town; the golden artists of Mexico were at the Museum today. Frida Kahlo, Diego Rivera, José Clemente Orozco. She really did love art; she just couldn’t stand her job. Smiling at people every time they walked through the door, so dull. Before the place got packed she snuck out of her desk and stared at the paintings. Emotion overflowed her, every artist delivered masterpieces, they did; but the majestic work of Frida’s is just breathtaking. What a strong woman, a revolutionary, the leader on the awakening of Mexican women.
She returned to her desk, with a sense of strength transferred to her by monumental people who died decades ago. All of a sudden, the guards at the door stopped letting people in, she wondered how was that possible, considering that this was one of the most prestigious exhibitions in the last year or so. She ignored all the fuss and kept admiring the stunning masterpieces around the room, at the same time trying to look busy, moving things around her desk and staring at her computer from time to time. Even though she hated her job and mostly her position as a receptionist, she couldn’t help being kind and attentive to the people surrounding her, but mostly she kept on being impressed by the look on people's faces admiring the art hanging on the walls, the sense of passion and devotion to each and every painting.
She decided to stop over-analyzing things, as she always did, and got back to work. Suddenly she starts hearing a lot of controversy going on in the main entrance, and the moment she turned her head into that direction, all the band mates of The Cure walk in the museum, with such elegance and contagious good vibes, that had her instantly smiling and brightened her day. Without even taking a minute to think about it, she gets up and runs towards Robert Smith, the lead singer, her greatest idol of all times. She hugged him so tight, she instantly regretted it and pulled away a little. Still in shock she started pouring her heart and soul out to these strangers, talking about how she was all sad and depressed that she didn’t get to go to their concert, but how life turned out and she got to meet them in person. Very politely and impressed all of the band mates, astonished with her beauty, thanked her for approaching to them and kept talking for a while. She ended up walking them through the whole exhibition and hanging with them afterward at a bar nearby.
