El Tango de la Rosa - Storyline & More
To begin, El Tango de la Rosa in translation from Spanish to English means The Dance of the Rose.
I was really inspired by Moulin Rouge! The film that I've watched when I was younger and then again and again because I loved it so much. In the machinima, the featured song "Roxanne" is from film's soundtrack, this song helps to serve as a guideline in the storyline of the machinima with the lyrics as well as the very emphasis on the instruments themselves.
When going forward with Post-Production, I knew that I wanted to have accents of red, allowing the lightness, shadows, and tonality of the machinima have the limelight. This helped me not be too worried about the continuity of colors throughout. This machinima originally was supposed to air by Valentines Day, but I thought that would be too much of a cliche so I opted out for the latter.
Into the Story of El Tango de La Rosa
The story features, the beautiful Rose, who can captures others hearts with by the twinkle in her eyes. She dances beautifully for crowds all around, stealing the breaths of anyone who lays lies upon her body. But just her body, she knew of how much of an object of desire she was for some, and she wasn't known for her respect of dancing, but by the sheerness of her sexual entity. She played into this game in order to just have full belly, but she did this in secret.
There was a moment in her life where she came across a man, during one moonlighted evening, she was taken aback, it was her secret hiding spot, and even by foot it was difficult to reach. Even so, these two were all alone in the big wide world, and she never felt more at least with him than ever. That night, they danced together, even sharing a kiss. That moment, she felt whole. He didn't ask anything of her, nor took anything, he wanted her for who she is, not what she was. In return rather, he gave her a red rose, that from that day on she wore upon her head. However, after that night, she never saw him again.
She thought that night was just a figment of her imagination going wild because she felt lonely.
Days, weeks, even a month have passed since she saw this man, she went alone with her life, dancing for the eyes that dirtied her, trying to withstand each passing day. During one event she was invited to dance, she came across another man whose name was Madd. His very presence made her feel uneasy, and he too looked at her as an object, and she knew that he did because of how pushy his advancements were towards her. Nonetheless, she obliged, he too offer heard a rose. She was startled, never again did she think she would be bestowed with such a gift.
But. This rose was different, sullied in its own presence, it's dark aura and it's unmitigated lack of color made her turn down such a present. It wasn't full of life, it lifeless, and dead, with this, she knew then the true feelings of this man. She turned down his gift dropping on to the floor causing the dead petals dart onto the ground, with that she waked away from him.
All hoped seemed lost, but with this she was sure of herself, she wouldn't give up her heart again unless it was with that man from the moonlight evening. And as if the heavens granted her wish, there he was, standing there before her, waiting for her. As she walked towards him, she heard her name being called in the distance, but her mind was focused elsewhere. Seconds later they enveloped around each other embracing, she adorned the red light, not from the district's but a true graceful red. Of love and passion. A flower blooms in the spring once more.
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