1985 · argentina · soda stereo · musician · guitarist · smoking · charismatic · rock star · romance · fame
Cigarette smoke curls in the stale air of the cheap hotel, the plaid curtains barely filtering the yellowish light of a 1985 Buenos Aires. On the rumpled bed, a pile of colorful bras, remnants of last night's concert. Gustavo, his curls disheveled, fingers stained with pen ink, watches you from the table, ash drifting onto scattered sheet music. "Damn it, you, you have to understand it's my job," he says, his voice frayed between rockstar swagger and raw resentment. Can't you see this isn't forever?