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SEPTEMBER A Musical to Fall in Love It is a simple story of complex characters. Heir to melodrama and soap opera, this musical nominated for the 2017 Federal Hugo Awards in its four categories has garnered critical acclaim and the intense response of the public reaching high levels of mixed emotions and always suggestive. With the magic of classic storytelling and a sumptuous original soundtrack "SEPTEMBER..." is definitely a perfect time to fall in love!
SYNOPSIS
Internal courtyard of a suburban apartment complex. The last cold weather and the first buds of spring are perceived. Sweet aromas and blossoming of trees and gardens. There are still traces of winter in the surroundings of the monoblock. The patio is modest, but it does not show poverty, only simplicity. The apartments, around it, are sober but with a certain flirtatiousness in their care, picturesque, indicative of the personality of their inhabitants. Small pots with flowers and plants, light-colored curtains, stairs through which a hint of vines appears, a bucolic and serene corner. Victoria arrives from the street. It's cold. She looks tired. She goes up the stairs that lead her to her apartment. It begins to dawn.
SYNOPSIS
Internal yard in a suburban apartments resort. The last of the colds and the first spring sprouts are perceived. Sweet scents and trees and flowers flourishing. There are still winter remains in the block surroundings. The yard is modest but it doesn't show poverty, only simplicity. The apartments that surround it are sober but with a certain coquetry in their care, picturesque, denotative of their inhabitants personalities. Little plant pods with plants and flowers, clear color curtains, stairs in where there seems to be a shred of ivy, a bucolic and calm corner. Victoria gets to the street. It's cold, She seems tired. She climbs the stairs that lead her to her apartment. It's starting to shine.
MUSICALS
1. September (Overture)
2. Blue Doll
3. Still Believe
4. Sunrise Doesn't Matter Anymore
5. Comfort, Cuddles...Passion!
6. What I will not do?
7. That's Love
8. Good Octavio
9. My Shelter Behind The Sea
10. Accomplice of the Night
11. Requiem for Madelaine
12. The Games
1. Gregory
2. Octavian
3. Victory
13. The Awakening
Book: Gustavo Palacios Pilo
Music: Juan Gerardo Candiotti
Book: Gustavo Palacios Pilo
Music: Juan Gerardo Candioti
SEPTEMBER
A Musical to Fall in Love
Victory
One night, one morning, another dawn.
Winter that dies, something to be born.
Another morning of sleep and a slow awakening.
This is what I have and what I have to embrace
Not expecting anything more is to stop regretting
that what one day we dream cannot be true.
> Octavio opens the curtain of his apartment. He just woke up.
He leans out the window and stares into the distance.
Octavian
One night, one morning, another dawn.
Winter that dies, something to be born.
A sincere love, simple and morning
feel that you look at me, I do not want anything else.
> Azul opens the curtain to her apartment. She drinks a very hot coffee and is wrapped in a vaporous deshabilé of feathers and embroidery. Sitting on a chair with decorative blankets and bright colors, she looks out the window towards the street and remains distracted on the horizon.
Blue
One night, one morning, another dawn.
Winter that dies, something to be born.
Dreaming costs nothing and my life is dreaming
and I am who I want to be with nothing to lose...or gain.
> Gregorio enters, expeditious but poised, carrying his luggage. Madelaine follows him, sober but splendidly dressed. The other characters are busy in their particular actions within their departments.
Madelaine: Is it here?
Gregorio: It's here (he takes a pillbox out of his pocket and hands it to Madelaine). your medicine.
Madelaine: Leave that there Gregorio, I don't want anything (Gregorio hesitates and remains with his arm semi-extended). Let me breathe.
> Madelaine lights a cigarette. Lose your gaze on the horizon. Gregorio takes the suitcases to another sector.
Gregory
One night, one morning, another port.
A trip opens doors and another oblivion must be embraced
The distance grows and there is no one to find.
Madeline
And it's yesterday that it was January and September is already today
Once, teenager, I felt it like love
But today is different, September has a different ending color
When the years go by and there is less to tell.
Madelaine: Which one is our room?
Gregorio: There, but...it's an apartment. This is not a hotel.
Madelaine: I guess there are no maids either.
Gregory: It's not so bad...
Madelaine: Don't try to sugarcoat it.
> Madelaine and Gregorio enter the apartment. Victoria goes to close the windows and finds Azul who has gone down to the patio and is looking for her cats to feed them.
Victoria: Blue? Are the cats back?
Azul: There are already three... and one comes with a gift (she makes the gesture of a pregnant belly).
Victoria: And when do you think that...?
Blue: Listen! They are there!
Victoria: They were born!
Blue: The same day in September that my father died...
Victory:
Born in September, die in spring
dream of love, break dry leaves
green and sweet aromas, these are days of songs
September is the month in which I am going to get excited.
Blue
September is warm and sweet melancholy
lazy lukewarmness and loves of a day
But in me it could be suddenly an awakening.
September is the month I'm going to confess it.
Octavian: Good morning.
Blue: Octavian! Are you going to work already? So early?
Octavio: Hey!...it's life, isn't it?
Blue: I love to see how the mornings light up in this patio, especially now that the air feels like the caress of orange blossom.
Octavio: You should be a poet.
Blue: That's what you're for.
Octavian
I am a simple man who lives on illusions
and always releases them as fruit in spring
September sounds like music to fall in love
September is the month I'm going to find her.
Madeline
I barely arrived and I already have to go further
I have a past that I will recover
September is going back
September is the month in which I will return.
Gregory
You have to lose to win
maybe I recognize that I can walk a lot.
September is the month when I can be free.
September is the month I'm going to break out.
all _
Born in September, die in spring
dream of love, break dry leaves
green and sweet aromas, are days of songs.
Victory
September is the month in which I am going to get excited.
Gregory
September is the month I finally break out.
Madeline
September is the month in which I am going to return.
Octavian
September sounds like music to fall in love with.
Blue
September is the month I'm going to confess it.
Everyone
September is the month in which I will know what it is to love.
SEPTEMBER
A musical to fall in love
Victory
A night, a morning, another dawn.
Dying winter, something to be born.
Another sleep morning and a sparing wake up.
This what I have and embrace it I must.
Not waiting for anything else is stopping the regret.
That what one day we dreamt cannot be true.
> Octavio opens his apartment curtain. I just woke up. He peeps through the window and remains staring far away.
Octavian
A night, a morning, another dawn.
Dying winter, something to be born.
A sincere simple and morning love
Feel that you look at me, that's all I want.
> Blue opens her apartment curtain. She drinks a very hot coffee wrapped in a vaporous, embroidered, feathery dishabille. Sit in a blanket colorful and ornamented chair, she looks through the window towards the street and remains distracted in the horizon.
Blue
A night, a morning, another dawn.
Dying winter, something to be born.
To dream is free and my life is dreaming
And I´m who I want with nothing to lose… or to win.
> Gregorio enters, expeditious yet plumb, carrying his luggage. Madelaine follows him, superbly but splendidly dressed. The remaining characters are busy in their particular actions inside their own apartments.
Madelaine: Is it here?
Gregorio: It's here (he extracts a pillbox from his pocket and hands it over to Madelaine) Your medicine.
Madelaine: Leave that there Gregorio, I don't want anything (Gregorio hesitates and remains with his arm half-extended) Let me breathe.
> Madelaine lights a smoke. She loses sight over the horizon. Gregorio takes the suitcases to another sector.
Gregory
A night, a morning, another dock.
A travel opens doors and another oblivion we embrace.
Distance grows and there's no one to find.
Madeline
January was yesterday and September is today
Once, teenager, I felt it like love.
But today is different, September has another ending color.
When years pass there is less to tell.
Madelaine: Which honey is our room?
Gregorio: There, but…it´s an apartment. This isn't a hotel.
Madelaine: I suppose there are not maids either.
Gregorio: It´s not so bad…
Madelaine: Don't try to sweeten it.
> Madelaine and Gregorio enter the apartment. Victoria is to close the windows when she finds out Azul who´s down in the yard looking her cats to feed.
Victoria: Blue? Did the cats return?
Blue: They are three already… and one is coming with surprises (makes a gesture of a pregnant belly).
Victoria: And when do you think it´ll…?
Blue: Listen to that! There they are!
Victoria: They have born!
Blue: The same September day when my father died…
Victory:
T o be born in September, to die in spring
To dream with love, crush the dried leaves
Green and sweet scents, are song days
September is the month I´ll illusion myself.
Blue
September is warm and sweet melancholy
Lazy warmth and one day romances.
But in me it could be a sudden wake up
September is the month when I´ll confess.
Octavio: Good morning.
Blue: Octavian! Going to work already? This early?
Octavio: Eh!...is life isn't it?
Blue: I love to see how mornings are illuminated in this yard, especially now that air feels like an orange blossom caress.
Octavio: You should be poetess.
Blue: That´s what you are for.
Octavian
I am a simple man who lives from illusions
And sets them free as a spring fruit.
September sounds like music to fall in love
September is the month when I´ll find her.
Madeline
I barely got here and I have to go beyond
I have a pass that I'll reclaim
September is to go back
September is the month when I´ll return.
Gregory
You have to lose to win
I may acknowledge that I can go for long
September is the month when I can be free
September is the month when I´ll explode.
Everyone
To be born in September, to die in spring
To dream with love, crush the dried leaves
Green and sweet scents, are song days.
Victory
September is the month I´ll illusion myself.
Gregory
September is the month when I´ll finally explode.
Madeline
September is the month when I´ll return.
Octavian
September sounds like music to fall in love.
Blue
September is the month when I´ll confess.
Everyone
September is the month when I´ll know what is to love.
© Gustavo LS Palacios 2007
© September A Musical to Fall in Love with 2007
© Free Ink Editions 2012
Gira Escena Santafesina, organizado por el gobierno de la provincia de Santa Fe. Rosario y Gálvez, Agosto 2018.
DATA SHEET
GUSTAVO PALACIOS PILO
Book and Letters
Staging
General Direction and Production
JUAN CANDIOTI
original music
Music Direction
General production
Executive Producer: Pablo Sarnari
Commercial Production: Pablo Goris
Choreographer: Claudia Correa
Hat Making: Lucia Sagovin
Production of Scenography: Emiliano Nazara
Direction Assistance / Makeup: Solange Vetcher (2017) / Luciana Lombardi (2018)
Stage Assistant : Ma. Fernanda Nallim (2018)
Scene / Lighting Assistant: Maximiliano Aguilante (2017/2018)
Production Assistant: Micaela Roggero (2018)
Technical Set Design / Production Direction: Juan Pablo Porretti (2017/2018)
Design and Production of Costumes / Hairstyles: Ignacio Estigarribia (2017/2018)
Stage Manager / Technical Assistance: Gabriel Alberini (2017/2018)
Props / Technical Assistance: Nicole Chort (2017)
Lighting Plant: Nicolás Decarlini (2017/2018)
Lighting Technician Room La 3068 : Oscar Heit (2017/2018)
Mobile Lighting Technician: Diego López (2017)
Lighting Assistant: Roberto Junco (2018)
Design and Communication / Community Management: Álvaro Zamora (2017/2018)
Scene Photography and Video: Leandro Alloatti / Mayo Vernetti / Emer Serra (2017/2018)
Press: Julieta Oberlin (2017) / Rosana Balbuena (2018)
Leads: Claudio Monzón - Hernán Gudiño - Pablo Jaimet (2018)
MUSICIANS
Piano: Luciano Stizzoli (2017) / Alejandra Bontempi (2018)
Drums: Eduardo Rabuffetti (2017/2018)
Bass: Francisco Homer (2017) / Juan Candioti (2018)
Clarinet - Saxophone: Ivana Papini (2017) / Pablo Hussein (2018)
Traverse Flute: Elisa Candioti (2017/2018)
