I do not own any of the characters from the musical, nor do I claim to, however the characterisation of Che is my own, hence the character is female here although played by men in the film and musical.
Nor do I claim that this work reflects on the life or thoughts of Eva Peron or any other historical figures. It's fiction, not fact. That said, I will try to be as historically accurate as possible in regards to dates.
Also, please don't leave comments criticising the nature of this piece. If you're homophobic, please leave now.
Prologue
Buenos Aires, 26th July 1952 – a city in mourning. Over none other than some common girl, admittedly a talented one but...oh Jesus, is this really necessary? Ok, yes, she's gone. She's dead. The wonderful Eva Peron, Argentina's first lady, is dead. I know already! We all know. Do we all need to shriek and moan because she's no longer here?
By all rights, it should be me in tears after all. But I'm not. I was at her side at the very end, as well as the very start of this – her greatest adventure yet. And to think, I only ever thought that we'd be in Buenos Aires a month, then go back home to her family. But no. More like sixteen years here, and yet, far longer since we met.
And yet, I can't cry. I was at her side when she died...overheard the announcements of her death...and neither time did I cry.
Why?
Well, my dear friends, for that, we must go back to the very beginning. To that first day of April when I met her, when she was simply Eva Duarte, the fifteen year old illegitimate daughter of Juan Duarte and Juana Ibarguren back in Junin, all those years ago...