Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 58
festivals, to bands in their way for fame, to other ads of people searching an accommodation. So yes, there, he put that on place. Young director searching actors and actresses. The play will be on stage on April the 25th. Currently lining up with the bristolian comedy club for advices and insights on the play. If interested, please ring XXXXXXXXXXX. A first play, Young Actors, up to you to put life on a traditional 3D theater He reviewed it straight, and thought this wasnt characterizing the dynamism of the experience. What could he do? What could he draw? A simple drawing to make that a poster, a logo that can be remembered, or at least that could attract the eyes of the unknown. The main idea conveyed by the message was: We need you . Yet, we dont have anything in rewards, we need you and thats all, come and enjoy the adventure with us. Adventure, adventure, a quest, some stones that could be let in the walking by person that would make him to stop. He came back on some ideas he drew in his youth. WE NEED U / STAGE Or Tel.: 0044 XXX XXXX XXX Something bothered him, he was smiling, still this logo wasnt expressing anything , no story, no movements, no dynamics to the whole universe he tried to create and the second one was just too confusing and not holding any information at all. His eyes stopped their move across an even older sketch he drew, something that, he believed, was picturing the movements, and some unexpected emotions in the reader Henri came back from the green and prepared lunch. He had this fear of the writing block, no longer impacting his novels, but impacting the setting of the word in the frame of a performance. Yes a performance it was. To entertain people for 45 mins would be the least objective he was aiming to. To get people enjoy it and come back to ask questions would be subject to an interest he cannot grab, he wouldnt like to forecast. Just do it. The swoosh came back with him during a run. No, not something special, just an out of frame gesture putting him back in order. While he ran as fast as he could, he overtook walkers from the road. Bad move, it was a turn, a car was there. He was just feeling like he resented the whole flow of his own play. The energy was draining out of his body, he could only think of throwing the dices, but which dices? Gosh that overwhelming feeling, shortly after, he started to suffocate. Literally, a fully fledging jail of air missing inspirations. Short decision, he decided to light up a spliff, and he soon joined the garden to travel on the back of the clouds, his mind projecting his head in the lightness of being human, Thanks Milan for granting the expression. He enjoyed how the time slowed out. He drank from the bottle of water next to him and enjoyed the flow of freshness through his whole body. That was a moment like any, he was able to feel both unresponsive and totally attentive to what was going on. Here, now, at the moment, just in a sphere of approximately two meters. Nothing more, nothing less. Just this perception of time slowing down and him, the delicacy in grasping the instantaneous moment. A long wide exposed photography imprinted forever in the honeycomb of his own mind. So, yes he finally finished to slowly awaken, only to regret leaving this state of mind that was so kind. If the performance wasnt up to the expectations, what the hell, at least he tried. Sometimes you have to perform, sometimes you have to enjoy jus the time now. In a path linking A to B, why going directly to this shortcut of the alphabet, why not turning around and going in reverse? There was more fur going from the A to the Z, to why, to the X, to the double you, to the ticking V, to the you, to the tea, to the S, to are, overtaking the Q, to have a pee, a
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