At my graduation, while everyone was toasting my sister, I heard my father laugh: “Let’s see if she finds something she’s actually good at now.” I was still wearing my gown while the room applauded.

production in Barcelona, Bilbao, and Valencia.

Three weeks later, she bought a one-way train ticket to Barcelona.

Her parents assumed she had left because she couldn’t handle the humiliation.

They were wrong.

Lucía left because, for the first time, she understood that she didn’t have to keep competing in a contest her family had designed for her to lose.

For months, she lived in a tiny studio in Sants.

She slept on a mattress on the floor.

She converted a wardrobe into a makeshift recording booth.

She worked twelve-hour days