Before, during and after the show, a group of people called ‘staff’ cares about me. Before there is a show, the staff plugs and prepares me for the show. When the artist enters to the stage, he grabs me and says hello to the crowd. That’s my favourite moment because everyone is looking at me. The artist can’t do nothing without me. I’m the way in which he can connect with his crowd. If I stop working, they have to stop the show. Everyone sings to me while i’m up on the stage with the artist. I’m the show. When the artist finishes his show, he take me to the backstage with the staff, where they unplug me and I only have to wait resting to another show.

I have been used every day for Two months. My life is horrible, every day 2 times a day I brush some disgusting teeth from a man. I am so disgusted about his teeth. They are yellow and with rests of food. As hard as I tried to make them shine, it is almost impossible. I hate to see these terrifying teeth twice a day. I wish I could be like the purple toothbrush next to me. It clean a beautiful bright and shiny teeth, and when it cleans it they are more shiny 

María Belas

I am a cassette. I was born in the 80'. I contain music from the era in which I was born. My owner bought me when she was only 16 years old. She has used me many times, many years. I made a very good relationship, I love her. But, as the years passed, the technology started progressing and she started forgetting me. First she replaced me with DVDs, then with an iPod. She will never use me again. Nowadays, I am cornered in a drawer with a lot of dust. I am very sad. I miss her a lot.

The only time I feel pampered is at the end of each day, when this mixture of slippery bubbly water is splashed over me. I feel fresh. I feel great. I feel brand-new. But the reality is that that's just preparing me for another day of torture. It's a routine that I know will never end, like the number Pi. 

Somedays i just wonder how it would feel if someone shattered me, just like a bottle of wine when it falls. Would I bleed? As much i would want to, i wouldn't, i'm just a useless stair on a school.

Sometimes I feel bad, whenever I make someone fall. Unintentionally, I gnarl their legs, and as if they were playing twister they collapse over me. I won't lie, whenever i dont like someone i enjoy doing it on purpose. I have the benefit of being pampered again, when their wine-like blood drops over me. Of course, most of the time it's just an unfortunate event. When this happens I fancy apologizing to them, but lamentably, I'm just a useless stair with no voice. 

I am her favorite, her cherished bracelet. I am made our of silveria and have the word “Paz” written on me. Her grandma gave me to her 3 years ago, and I have been with her ever since. Her grandmother passed away 1 well ago, but now she has something to remember her. I have debe everything she has been through, her ups, her downs, heard her laugh, seen her cry, meet new people, new places, dance, run, jump, live. She’s amazing from my point of view, the best host that I could ever ask for, even though she doesn’t see herself that way. I am extremely happy to be a front row spectator, her life is amazing. Until one day I ended up on the floor, on a cold, dirty, ugly floor in the middle of Rodriguez. I know this place, we always come here, but certainly despiece it right now, she had lost me before but always came back for me, she cherished me. But now i am joya so sure about it anymore. It’s been 3 days and nothing, just this awful road and people passing by without even noticing me. It’s going to be like this now, no more school, no more hockey, no more movies, no more friends, no more family, no more painting, no more her, she has forgotten me.