Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 47
overwhelming. Yep, I had this experience, I used to act when I was at uni. So, how was it? Difficult, you have to frame yourself in the skin of others, express emotions while staying true to some part of yourself. From eye to eve, the day went by, and here started the evening, again. Lady eve inviting herself in the mining of the night. Cutting the crap out of the four corners, it was a charming evening. Justin went to her place. Dinner was an invitation he wouldnt miss. He left the house with no words, as usual, went around there, and introduced himself to a new flat share environment. He had to break his silence, shares something, even the big nothing. Fortunately, interests are exchanged from four of the invitees this evening to create this special sense of dinner, putting the exclamation mark to the day. This kind of glue he missed, this kind of paste he liked. He discovered that even simple was a theme that can be shared. A theme park roller coasting on a diversity of experience and genuine interests in diverse networks that made the ride rich and as much unexpected as it could be. Outside, a fire was giving light more than warming up the delicate evening of this spring. People went around this center piece of light, played with bamboos, and people came, more and more and more. A pleasure. Discussions were covering as many subjects as the different group presents there. Bored with one, or better to say, no clue on one, he could move to another one, and he grasped the essence of the discussion in a few minutes. Ok, not a romantic encounter. Well, sharing is part of romance. And building together in these mild diverse groups were a way to snatch up time in front of the adversity. No questions about that, the air was filled with the voice vibes that made the air clear and breathable. Breathing from words, gasping others, a whole network was set in place, when Justin joined the group. As usual, he wasnt alone, and brought several friends within the four spots of his car, and a quantity of cans that will support the evening to continue. Loud music took over the discussions, and bodies started to shake. One music and another, the playlist were dynamically reshuffled every thirty seconds by anyone near to the computer. The playlist went longer and longer, the beats were imprinting their marks within each persons within the room, even if outside in the garden. Time to move, or shall we stay? Time to make no decisions or time to make on. It felt a good part: the good part in these circumstances is that it is redefining the verb follow in the flow, putting a hole within what could happen next. The morning came around as the night did set in, calmly, regularly, with no noise and a silence that made him powerless to even wake up. The alarm went in a total frenzy. After thirty minutes, Justin woke up, went to the bathroom, went to take his breakfast, and reached his car. The world is populated by surprises at every single corner. You can sometimes put a face on it, sometimes the meaning is leaving you powerless. Only making you eager to pursue this quest and continue, continue. 16. An answer? His phone rang, Edward took the text, a mail: Dear Henri, I regret to say that Alcoa will not offer you theProject Leaderrole you were in the top three. In the end, we chose another candidate. Weve received many applications with candidates providing more a best fit to this position. I will call you tomorrow to give you the background and explain our decision. Lady Gaga Call that never came, tomorrow, the week after, two week after. Reading the letter again, he thought about efficiency, about how much the world, even humans, has become mere consumables. What a good day to start, no time to even put the left foot on the
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