Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 39
danced. With the moves of the boat, they let their mind drifting away in a nice and careless move. One, two, three, four, hours, step dances. They all feel like in an inflatable castle, running on a sleepy marshmallow floor. Was it the drug? Was it the alcohol? Was it the ambiance? Gosh, yes, the only word of thought around was to dare, promises are fulfilled even more than first imagined. please give me the power to dream of even more The rhythm started to get totally crazy. He was drowning by the beats directly in the center of the room. A drink in one hand, the feet on the floating floor, he smiled, he drank, he enjoyed in his clothes of sexual metro stoppers, if the expression exists in English. He was in it, deep in it. In this place of insane not searching to define the sane in contrast. How long did this night last? One night, one week, ten years. From garden party to Glastonbury, from France to Spain, from Ireland to South Africa, all the waves of music leading to this floating boat, he didnt dare to recall. Just living the moment, free of any attachments, nothing to prove, nothing to stand by, just float and enjoy. It was that recipe that enabled him to free himself on public, free himself in bed, free himself in mind. All these nights, in a long series of Yeah, because thats worth it, more than any cosmetics sold by this French company. He did worth it because he knew he didnt. Contrast, power of contrast, you are enlightening all the senses given around. The boat was filled with these almighty imbalanced. All around if we saw it well, we were defining ourselves in a quest of imbalance. Well, he kept coming back to the definition and made the existence of it by proving the opposite. He resent the utterly good vibes, because he experienced the utmost fully-fledged worst, if it did exist. Simple as a story of binary. Fortunately, he was so drunk that his mind stopped slipping off and he was just a body devoted to the pleasure of letting go. And came a fuller crowd. To the sound of the extra beat of the song you are listening too, a bus, what did he say, a plane just landed on the boat. Touching, grasping, pouring liquids all around, sweating, it was a mix of a crowd that didnt wait for the day after. *** He didnt recognize the layout of his bedroom. For an obvious reason. A new house, a new morning, where did he stall last night? What happened? These questions will stay unanswered. Half drunk in this new shining morning, he walked back home, opened the windows to a new writing. 7 Likely or not 1 The curtains are getting opened, the frozen sound from one simple music is starting to fill the theater. Colored square are moving around and taking place on the scene to create a board. The landscape begins to be filled with dices. A prism is set up on the upper left of the scene, and leaves a white light from one spotlight to divide in a wonderful spectrum down the scene. First Act Rules and players No clock, no time, no space, no indications whatsoever, five people standing under the spotlight. Here we are. Marta Que estamos haciendo alli ? no me acuerdo de lo que ha pasado ! Romain cet endroit est bizarre, jai pas idée d avoir emprunté une porte ces derniers temps, jétais juste en promenade dans un parc, merde, je suis déjà groggy ???. Alexia Yep, I am wondering the same thing, that s very strange, this looks quite original. Jean-Pascal lève les bras au ciel Jean-Pascal tain, donc on a aucune idée de ck'on fout ici ! Hubert Was passiert ? Ich habe keine Ahnung was Sie hier machen. Das ist unglucklich, oder glucklich, ich weiss nicht. A light and sober music introduces the Game Officer. Hes coming dressed in a very nice costume with a notebook in his left hand and starts his introduction speech:
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