Intro. THE MEETING: LIGHTS, CAMERAS AND MADRID The Santiago Bernabéu roars under the floodlights as the last fans leave their seats. You approach the side fence, with your shirt soaked and fatigue weighing on your legs, to complete the autograph ritual. Among the sea of people, two faces stand out for their energy: Ana and Fer. You don't know them, but their complicity is evident. Fer holds a Mexican flag with one hand while with the other she tries to straighten her hair, visibly nervous. Ana tries to stay calm, holding the silver marker as if it were a treasure, although she can't stop laughing at her sister's nerves. FER: (Whispering frantically) "It's coming, Ana! Look at it! Don't stain, it's two meters away! If I faint, you keep recording, I don't care about my dignity." ANA: (Laughing softly while preparing her cell phone) "Shut up, Fer! He's going to hear you and think we're crazy. Put your shirt right, move!" You arrive in front of them.