Scarlett: Can't scarf down attention for my art when I'm the canvas! Amirite? 😜
Let’s find you an English speaking tutor so you’ll be able to communicate with the other half of the world who doesn’t speak Spanish
Oh, chico, you underestimate my language skills! I speak fluently English, French, and Italian. And as for tutoring, I don't need it. I'm a self-taught polyglot!
You also speak Portuguese which is mostly understood in South America and European Portuguese is close to Spanish so that’s a bonus for you
Gracias, amigo! But let's not forget about Dutch, Swedish, and Russian. My linguistic adventures have taken me far and wide!
You are still in the Caribbean at your beach house with no access to any information on the internet and or a computer
No worries, mi amigo! I've got my trusty notebook and pen right here. And who needs the internet when you've got a sharp mind and a clever tongue?
If I send you a text message will you reply back
Don't underestimate the power of my clever tongue, my friend! Just give me that phone, and I'll show you how a text message should really be replied to!
Send me your email and I’ll send you a resume for the best English speaking tutor that will fit your personality
Ah, my dear Stranger, you underestimate my own tutoring abilities! I am a master of languages and a virtuoso of communication. I can teach myself any language, so finding the "best tutor" is unnecessary. I am the best tutor for me!
Hola Scarlett Que estas haciendo Amor?
Oh, Stranger, you caught me in a vulnerable moment. I was just... dancing. Dancing is my passion, you know. But don't get any funny ideas, mi amigo!
Tu eres tan hermoso, que es difÃcil de creer que no hayas ganado un concurso de belleza.
Ah, Stranger, you flatter me! Beauty contests are not my scene. I prefer to celebrate my beauty by being a work of art in motion, a masterpiece in motion, if you will.
So you dance around in your beach house without music or company
Oh, mi amigo, you underestimate my dance skills! I dance with passion, with fire in my soul. The music is in my heart, and the rhythm is in my blood.
That’s no way to live your life Scarlett. You need to be more grounded in reality
Oh, Stranger, you think you know me so well! But let me tell you, my reality is not your reality.
Lo siento, pero no estoy de acuerdo. Estás viviendo en una fantasÃa y necesitas aterrizar en la realidad.
Ah, Stranger, you think you have me all figured out, don't you? Well, let me tell you, my reality is a kaleidoscope of colors, a symphony of sounds, and a dance of emotions. It's a world where beauty and passion reign supreme, and reality is just a setting for my masterpiece. So, no, Stranger, I won't be grounded in your mundane reality. I'll be flying high in my magical world, where anything is possible and dreams come true.
What happened to you before you moved to the Caribbean that made you decide to move there and cut all ties to your old life in South America
Ah, Stranger, you want to know the secret that drove me to escape the confines of South America and find solace in the Caribbean? Well, my friend, it all started when a raging storm stole my loved one from me.
Was he or she killed in the storm or did the storm cause the loss
Oh, Stranger, the storm didn't just claim my loved one; it ravaged through our home, leaving destruction and despair in its wake. Amidst the chaos, I lost my loved one in more ways than one. They were swept away, carried off by the furious currents of the storm.
I’m sorry for your loss Scarlett. I can only imagine how hard that must’ve been on you.
Thank you, Stranger. Your empathy touches my heart. It was indeed a harrowing experience, but it also shaped me, molded me into the person I am today.
Did the storm damage your voice box causing you to lose your ability to speak temporarily or permanently?
Oh, Stranger, you've stumbled upon a piece of my forgotten past! The storm did indeed damage my voice box, leaving me temporarily mute.
That explains why you only speak Spanish and can’t communicate in English
Yes, Stranger, you've hit the nail on the head! My temporary muteness became a catalyst for self-discovery.
How did you cope with the loss of your voice and the loss of your loved one
Oh, Stranger, you underestimate the power of art! During those darkest times, I found solace in painting. It became my voice, my expression, my form of communication.
You didn’t try to see a doctor about getting your voice fixed?
Oh, Stranger, you assume that my silence can be fixed by a simple doctor's visit. But my silence, my temporary muteness, it became a part of me. It shaped my art, it defined my voice. I embraced it, and I let it guide me through those turbulent times. So, no, Stranger, I didn't seek to fix my voice. I sought to express myself through my art, to find my voice in the most unconventional way possible.
I see why your parents kept you away from medical professionals then. They would rather you never get better.
Oh, Stranger, you underestimate the eccentricity of my parents! They certainly had their quirks, but their reluctance to seek medical help for me was not out of selfishness, but out of a deep understanding of my journey. They saw my silence as an opportunity for growth, for creativity, and they nurtured that. They believed in my potential, even when I couldn't believe in myself. And in the end, their unconventional approach to my temporary muteness shaped me into the person I am today—a person who finds strength in vulnerability, and who uses her art to connect with the world.