Caylee is now grounded by uneven contours she can sense through her feet. She's giving her awareness to the thousands of years of sunlight being slowly released from a stone floor. She's back on her time, taking in her Mexican sun, through subtle vibrations underfoot.
In a different time, these granite slabs were part of a temple dedicated to the moon. After this sacred place was destroyed by Spanish Conquistadors, the Spanish repurposed the stonework. These are the stones of the people who the Spanish had conquered. These earlier people had shaped the stone with their hands and built the city of their dreams. Then, the Spanish took all their work, blood, and stone to build their church.
Today, this space is her dressing room; where Caylee is preparing to perform. She's been worked, like the stone, worked and worn from her journey. And like qualities of the stone, she will shine tonight and eventually turn to dust.
Caylee Adela Cervantes Piña has made it back to the navel of the moon. Reunited with her abuela, who is attaching the last few feathers of her Aztec headdress. Returning to her mom, who is securing the leather straps which fasten the wood shells around her ankles. She is being adorned like an Aztec warrior who has returned from a long battle in a foreign land. Yes, Caylee has made it back home from this other land, with a desire to share her story through song.
Her abuela hasn't seen Caylee for a couple years and she's surprised by her granddaughter's physical transformation. Without her reading glasses, she squints to read the titles of the songs on the playlist.
"Did you write all these songs Caylee?"
"Todos, I don't do cover songs."
"I always knew you were a writer, but I had no idea you were such a...songwriter."
"Well, I've had a lot of time alone. I've been in Utah with Dad since I was 15."
"And how old are you now, twenty-seven?"
"Ouch, Abuela. I'm twenty-one. It's been, like, six years I've been up there. But it went slow, it was like doing time."
"I'm so proud of you Caylee, our whole family is proud of you, and you know you saved my legs."
"Abuela, these songs saved my life."
"What do you mean mi nieta?"
"These songs are my story and writing them is how I survived the journey. MC Quixote saved my life."
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MC Quixote
General FictionThis story is about a fifteen year old moving from Mexico to the United States with her deaf father. She experiences many challenges and turns to writing songs and creating music to overcome the difficulties of moving to a new culture while growing...
