AS1/TVS|JWHF7|Juana Díaz/Urbania, Achaean Rep.|IC Thread
Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2020 3:13 pm
Saturday Evening.
While half the country was barely starting up again due to the massive and ongoing coronavirus outbreak that placed the nation to a standstill, the people on the other side of the country––the one where both Juana Díaz and Urbania is set––are looking out to celebrate the Junior World Hit Festival they fought, argued, begged, prayed, partied, hoped, and celebrated forth. For businessmen and marketers, this was an economic boom that would generate millions of corcinos in revenue after a few months in the red because of that pesky coronavirus. For the adults, this was a time to entertain their children as they attempted to relieve the boredom of the now-cancelled Good Friday activities. For tourist, it would be an interesting preview of “rural" Achaean life, whatever that meant. For those watching on YouTube and AS1.tv, the streams were about to begin. And many were surprised that so many people were packed into the Arena Yamaha in such a perilous time.
The countdown began in Spanish, with both locals and tourists––and above all children––joining in.
Diez…nueve…ocho…siete…seis…cinco…cuatro…tres…dos…uno…
The theme song started playing on TV screens, as would be expected from an official World Hit Festival event.
A drone view takes impressive images of the Achaean countryside: its lush mountains, its verdant scenery, its animals roaming free. On one table, an elderly woman wearing a bata and pink sneakers is placing a candle to a small shrine on the side of the paved road, making the sign of the cross with her grandson. In another scene, a group of men are drinking and playing a heated game of dominoes in a nearby bar. They are drinking and taunting each other as a server gives them a succulent piece of chicharrón for them to eat. A small kid is also besides her, and he sneakily grabs a piece of chicharrón for him as well. They are all talking Spanish, albeit it can’t be understandable because of the mic’s distance and the zoom of cars passing by.
Another camera shows a small casa de campo on a small hacienda with chirping birds, squealing pigs rolling around in the dirt, and clucking chickens on the background. On the side, an old man is snoring on the rocking chair with a small cup of coffee at his side, one his wife milled from the beans she picked up from the coffee beans on her backyard. We are then taken to a small kitchen where the grandma is making pasteles in the kitchen. Another picture shows the living room with a small antenna black-and-white TV turned on a mid-morning telenovela. Besides the bathroom on a sharp corner, there is a small bedroom with a young boy sleeping under a cross.
The kid wakes up and puts on a shirt and shoes. He dashes out of his room and into his grandma’s arms as he asks her for a blessing. After it, he darts outside, slowly waking up his grandfather sleeping in the rocking chair. In the next scenes, the young child is seen giving food and petting the chickens in the nesting coop, giving food to the pigs while pinching his fingers through his nose, playing catch with a doberman watching over the valley, helping his mother pick the coffee beens so she can mill, going up to a tree to collect a fe breadfruit, and doing a cannonball in a small quebrada near the family’s hacienda. Rural Achaean life is one of hard work, but filled with simple pleasures that can’t be found anywhere else. The freshness of the water, the mountain breeze, the scrumptious food..There is something special about the Achaean campo that the world can enjoy again.
The young boy is riding a potro through the edges of the road as a stray car or two zoom past by and wave at him. A drone images shows the winding road where the boy is traveling with the potro. Houses can be seen through thee heart-stopping roads, each of them with kids joining adults in doing old-fashioned activities. A small girl was learning how to make mundillo with her grandmother, a bobbin lace used to create complex designs, typically using white thread. In another house, two children were playing a traditional game called gallito, where kids would make little holes and tie string to the carob bean and whack the beans one at a time until they break. Still in another house down the road, another group of kids was playing with marbles and bright-colored trompos that would be spun with threaded chords and then thrown into a circle in the ground for keeps or destruction. As the boy and his potro passed by, the kids waved back at hi and kept enjoying their little games. For the first time in a while, they were not inside, stuck on their phones. They were having fun on the outside, taking the sun’s rays and breathing some much-needed fresh air.
In the boy’s lap, he carried a small knapsack that had a small icon of the Three Kings––Melchor, Gaspar, and Baltasar, as they are known in Latin folklore—, slowly opening it up while riding the potro to reveal a wooden figurine with the image of the Three Kings.
In the next scenes, he finally reaches the border between Urbania and Juana Díaz, where a cathedral could be seen in the valley below the mountains. There, more kids are playing basketball, baseball, soccer, and tennis, enjoying the tropical sun and having fun with each other. A few sights between the cities are shown: the town squares, the churches, the eateries, the laughter of dominoes and the arguments that ensue, and the overall sense of warmth and familiarity that small cities can bring.
On a fork near entering the city, a small caravan of horses pass by with three men dressed in colorful and ornate vestments, wearing different crowns on their heads. They are carrying precious gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh––three ingredients in short supply these days, more so in its pure form––and also riding towards the cathedral. As the boy passes by them, he waves off his pava or thatched straw hat at the men. They take off their crowns with their white gloves and wave back, with one of them nodding in acknowledgment. Both the boy and the men walk towards the sunset, as a wide pan of the camera shows how children are playing, singing, dancing, and waving their hands at each other.
Back to the arena, the LED “houses" are immediately transformed into earth colors: red, brown, and green. Flowers show on the sides of the houses with flowers, sugar cane, coffee plants, breadfruits and coconut trees. From the entrances, children pop up dressed as https://i.ytimg.com/vi/_hlDVwSVeRY/hqdefault.jpg]jíbaros or campesinos[/url] of the Achaean countryside. They are dancing side-by-side, the boys on the camera’s left and the girls on the camera’s right, swaying themselves by the music. The barefoot boys grab their (wooden) machetes with the right hand, and the girls lift their skirts to the rhythm with their left, their other hands grabbed towards each other on an affectionate display.
Suddenly, some of the children branch off from dancing and do other things on stage, like playing hide-and-seek on the top of the houses (albeit carefully, given that they have sight-unseen rails covering the perimeters of the stage to avoid any dangers or pitfalls), hitting the beans with gallitos, playing marbles, and even jumping below a LED “waterfall” that appeared on the left side. Still a group of children picked up instruments and established themselves on the right side of the houses with a güiro, a maraca, a cuatro and a cajón with a hole on the side of the wooden box for percussion.
Another camera features the entrance of Ana Luisa and Gabrielita Sánchez, prominent members of the Sánchez family of trovadores and performers of Achaean mountain music. Since 1978, the homegrown family has inspired numerous musical techniques and classical staples dedicated to revitalize the Achaean mountain music genre that is typically prominent to listen to on the holidays. They are both wearing white blouses and white skirts, Ana Luisa with a red flower in her head and Gabrielita wearing a hat.
Ven conmigo a la montaña
a darle agua a las vacas
y al guaraguao dos melones
juguemos en la colina
donde el fango se hace tiza
tan límpida y pura brisa
deja el dolor al olvido
El gallo canta en la grama
la carreta se hace diana
expulsando mis dolores
mis pies puestos en el piso
ven, cúbreme, tengo frío
vivo cerca del bohío
y me lleno de pasiones
Ven hacía mí
ven para mí
quiero tus sueños
ven y hazlos míos
Ven hacía mí
ven para mí
quiero tus sueños
ven y hazlos míos
Ven hacia mí al bohío
A ver las flores al filo
Ven hacia mí, ven hasta el tino
dame un poco de tu fuerza
que yo si la necesito
Ven hacia mí, ven hasta el tino
la sangre corre en mis venas
y me enciende de a poquito
Ven hacia mí, ven hasta el tino
las flore en mi regazo
florecen con tal alivio
Ven hacia mí, ven hasta el tino
con mi bohío en la mano
dejaré tanto de alivio
Tune: Quique Domenech-Seis Chorreao (En Vivo)
After the first cultural performance, it was time to begin the flag parade with the music of twelve-year-old musical prodigy Arturo Llorens, who once played the national anthem to the King and Queen of Spain in Latin American diplomatic heads of government meeting. He is well known for playing piano, saxophone, trombone, and the triangle.
He walks along the stage with a cuatro and starts playing it in the middle as the LED “houses" change colors to represent the flags of the participating nations and the children pick up the pace and dance faster.
Each of tonight’s performers are accompanied by a young girl wearing a typical jíbara dress and carrying the flag of the representing nation. Besides them, the young performers keep dancing.
“Damas y Caballeros… Niños y Niñas…Welcome to the Seventh Junior World Hit Festival! ¡Bienvenidos al Séptimo Junior World Hit Festival! Please welcome your host, Génesis Del Río!”
As the dancers and the flag-wavers leave, the night’s presenter, Génesis del Rio appears in a dazzling white dress embroidered with an intricate mundillo lace pattern on the side, somewhat reminiscent of a high-fashion wedding dress. She is wearing an updo hairstyle with a red flower on her left side, and red flower-shaped, tassled earrings that contrast with her white clothes. The audience applauds, and the children whoop and holler.
Génesis del Río: Good evening, Multiverse! ¡Buenas noches, Multiverso!
(The audience applauds.)
Génesis del Río: Welcome to Achaea! ¡Bienvenidos a la República Acayana! And welcome everybody to the 7th World Hit Festival right here, in the cities of Juana Díaz and Urbania! We are very glad for all of you to be here in this beautiful region for the very first time, as we take the Multiverse’s children into an all-star competition in both the City of the Eternal Spring and the City of the Three Kings. Please give a round of applause to all the nations competing tonight, you are all winners!
(The audience applauds and cheers for their favorite country.)
Génesis del Río: Like I said before, everybody is a winner, but tonight one will take home the coveted Junior World Hit Festival trophy as did Viktoriya Mashininya from Polkopia last edition. Spačiba to Polkopia for their amazing performance, and we will see her again later tonight. (The audience applauds for Polkopia, despite not competing in this year’s competition.) That being said, who will win? Well, the choice is yours!
Génesis del Río (voiceover):50% of the votes are open to national juries composed of children and music experts, while you get to pick up to five of your favorite songs at http://www.worldhitfestival.tv/junior right until the very last 15 minutes after the performing song. And yes, you can choose for your own country only once.
Génesis del Río: Now, are you ready? ¿Estamos listos? (The audience applauds as Del Rio clasps her hands.) Well, buena suerte a todos, let music reign in this beautiful night, and let the show begin!