Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 56
losing yourself, a pin in a stack of herbs, rethink yourself, express it, dont try to please was the first thought he shared with his computer. He would think later how to bring it more into a diplomatic way. He knew Justin hated to feel rejected, and would rather fit with the flow. Still, the field he entered required a total dedication. And not complacent move, to stand for it, and to be able to bring it into further lights. They were to work together, writing some inspired thought along only ten pages, it gave the opportunity to go further some thoughts and deepen the line of the plot. 21 Set up The light from the room blinded his eyes several minutes before he could ever read what he wrote. Deeply asleep through his reading, Henri woke up through half the reading. His mind slipped somewhere else. Time to put a frame to the play, or more exactly, put it in frame. It was hanging there in his mind, bending on one side, the other side, he didnt have any clue about it. A quick play, still 5 acts, but what are ten pages for a play. First he had to transcript it on screen, this took him ten minutes. After, he went down to the kitchen and poured himself a nice whisky on the rocks, while the day still hadnt introduce itself, not even the green light of the sun through the horizon, only the light of the stars. Yet, it was the best time for him to write. He was deep asleep since late last night. He woke up early this morning with what he thought was an idea. He would never know. This latter escaped him and didnt come back, no notice. He had to work from scratch. His mind, quite dazzled by the artificial light and this early morning, went to drift on other shores. Still, this was a pleasant time, free and calm, he could surf through the world, vibrate with the emotions, unsettle through other inspirations. At 6.30AM, an idea crossed his mind at the reading of the play on screen. Silence was still the key knight of the morning, key player of the night. How to master silence? Silence is, he believed, the most effective leverage of an efficient acting, where emotions crosses human attitude to express the whole depth of a situation. Silence is key in a song of loud music. He reflected on the play and included several acting silence within the final draft. It had to be discussed with actors, actors who wanted to express on a scene, hence to express vocally. This balance would be hard to achieve, still it was the unlock to get the whole sensation of this unsettlement out, to get his idea over the scene to the seats of the audience. He overheard a door opening, some scratch on the floor, some bumps on the wall. He didnt dare to twist his moving physical conditions onto checking. He stayed there, half lying, half sitting, stared to the computer screen. *** 9AM. When Justin came back alive to what he called home, he crossed the path of Henri on the stairs. Both didnt speak, just nodding. He didnt feel right to introduce the fact of leaving the stack of papers to his flat mate. He thought to leave him time reading. So he moved, and continued to run his personal business as per usual. Business of a morning, coming back from a night out. Well not that exciting, working late, business dinner, and then, and then. Nothing great, everything calm on the surface of the sea. The kitchen was a mess, ball of papers lying on the floor, some daft representations of a building on one side, some drawings standing over the sink, and colors whose paint didnt have time yet to freeze the movement of the scene. He walk-juggled, and found his path to his shell. Coffee, oh my dear coffee. He poured milk and cereals in another bowl, and ate straight, and drank fast his coffee. Some thoughts crossed a mind he usually found peaceful in the morning. He
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