Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 51

Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 51

didnt know that much if that was about winning though. This casino succeeds in making him forget about winning, and emphasize its desire to play. Have you ever seen a roulette? So nice, a deep warming grass like carpet, all velour and charming luxury all around, you really dont want to leave. His play? Well, whatever, take most of now, you will see later all the twist and turn you can bring to it from what happened today. Indeed, he had this sensation. This day was the postcard of life in the moment, simple as it is. How wonderful, Louis Armstrong took him in his strong arm, Henri went so in a deep and welcomed sleep. Happy. How good is to feel no strings attached, just feeling floating through the wind coming from the window. Light, and Fresh. A vegetable taking its source to its prime. Still, in the morning, he missed the time down his flat. You are really on holidays, when at what stage you might feel home sick or at least put in prospective what life is back there. This moment came, right in the morning, before he put the feet down the floor. He thought he should awakened straight from now on, and not let his mind drifting in a undefined shore. An elephant within a porcelain store An elephant, a whale, he couldnt describe himself on his first visit to the place where his play would be on stage. Nothing like expected, and an impulse to the blood of creativity. Balcony that were overlooking the scene. Just skidding around Justin left a stack of paper in front of Henris room. Back home in the midst of lost postages and folders that were waiting for one stare, he went skidding on this track with no further notice. Skidding around This is an adaptation from an earlier play I wrote in a book published in French last year. If you enjoy it, I would kindly ask you to dare to spend 1 to one of my book on Amazon, yes in English. SCENE I On his scooter, Xavier drives carelessly, head in the air. The ambiance is showing on a movie by the back scene white frame. He stops at the middle of a bridge, bending over the river, a smile to his lips. He likes bridges, and mechanically he starts to sing: Under Tower Bridge flows the Thames With all his love, From all he remembers Joy always came after the sorrow Comes the night, bells the ring Days are over, Im living here Hands in hands stay face to face While under The bridge of our arms goes Eternal Stares, on a tormented wave Comes the night, bells the ring Days are over, Im living here Love escapes us like this torrent Love escapes us How life is still And how hope is violent Comes the night, bells the ring Days are over, Im living here Come the days, and go the weeks Neither the time spent Nor love returns Under Tower Bridge flows the Thames Comes the night, Bells the ring Days are over, here we are standing Translation and adaptation from Le pont Mirabeau Apollinaire One person walking by is pushing him inadvertently. Here he goes out of his bubble. He dares a look to his phone and comes back to earth. Xavier- Sh , I am already late The back screen of the scene shows a building. Xavier enters a building through a room left of the scene. His helmet in one hand, he goes to the reception, and leaves a pack onto the reception desk. Xavier Good morning, Speedy Delivery company. One package for M. Henry Sarah Mr. Henry is waiting for you. He asked you to come and see him. First office, top of the stairs and left. A desk is displayed on the screen. The shadow of Xavier is walking over it. Xavier Good morning Sir, you asked to see me? Mr. Henry Good morning Xavier What can I do for you? Mr. Henry A complaint from my side to hear. I have contacted your company many times, the situation didnt change, you are still late. Xavier Ah yes, I am one hour

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Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 50

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characteristics, characteristics that are twisting the plot again. Ideas are coming from diversity, from discussing all around, but Henri faced the challenge deep into his head. How to cut through these discussion and go to the point? Come on, the play has to be delivered in 3 weeks time. The scene is half from prepared, and we wont have access to the theater, well ok to the room till one week before. A first play from an unknown director, from an unknown writer. Actors, you can find them, you still have to think who can replace them. Henri can feel this deep sensations that he will have to stand up on the scene on the premiere. You cannot push actors doing it for free, to take it as the first priority. So, more than ever, the "wait and see" is key. It is key to eat his own stomach. Henri stopped eating, Justin stopped bringing new discussions around, and day after day, week after week, the red line was still as red as the lights showing progress. So came the decision, do it or not to do it. I am not a master yoda fan, I always try, and I see after how to adapt and realign the blocks together to meet the agreed objectives Well, at a critical stage, you will need to wonder if thats worth it. 20 Im a singer, Im a lover, I am a mad man Two months before the presentation, one month after having finally edited his draft, Henri went on a road trip. A road trip covers this whole sensation fully fledging your inner self with the outside. On a B-road outside a small village, a hitchhiker was standing in the streets. He stopped. He has always been fascinated by these humanities, people from all around mixing in the colorful cocktail that made him encounter, especially around strange events, if hitchhiking was strange. He could believe hitchhiking being the next stop of car sharing given the current and non stopping surge in the price of essence. And there, within the comfort of a two seater, he discussed, and discovered other perspectives, the perspectives from the road, people slowing down to watch you, and then going up, people not even looking to slow down, too deeply into their occupation, whatever occupations of a wheel and a gear box might prove, and the uncertainty. She was hitchhiking, with her hand bag, and only that, knowing no more, no less of where to go, the next town on the road. She was a coming from a village nearby and it was the only way to escape this small environment, however beautiful it might be. The trip was shared between ankward silences, as no one had a clue about what to speak, and deep discoveries. These humanities are simply wonderful, he thought. Reflecting on the life back in town, how much complex would it be. Every single one car pooling in a car of one, missing these shared moments giving you another perspectives, and in one word like in ten, a fleeting smile. After bringing her to the place she said she was meant to be, henri continued his travel. He stopped at one hotel paid by the company. And bam, the whole comparison splashing into his face, the contrast between the simplicity he first witnessed in his car, and now this hotel, 5 stars, with a casino, and business men hollow walking through the 10 floors place, from drinking in the basement, to a quick play in the casino, to a come back to the room. This luxury hotel even put origins to couple satisfaction: two separate quilts on a king size bed. Well, they got the point. Whenever you could add some useful costs bringing the perceived value of the service better, do it, and it was a nice sensitive feelings that made him welcomed within the clean and organized premises. Henri was a player, he felt drawn into the casino like a new toy game he used to receive. It doesnt cost much, and everybody there came for the same reason, play. He

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Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 49

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board game is set up and on the small right hand side, a small blackroom is getting lighted up. All the four players are entering the room, and to their good surprise, they are meeting Romain as lively as one can be, drinking an expresso and eating a croissant. On the other side of the scene, everything is getting tied up. All the players symbols are coming to life, and following their master. A strong, techno trance filled with good vibes resounds down the scene and on that, the curtains are getting closed with the rainbow light coming down back to the scene. End of play...??? Upper case is the case, and smiles are the commas. A map is rolled out. 19 Percussion of a discussion Justin stared at the last pages of his plays. No longer flabbergasted by the environment Henri created. He wondered loudly: So this is it, this is done, an optimistic conclusion Always Nothing more, no more balanced view, no more unexpected It is full of unexpected. You told me about adapting it to the scene, it will change again and again, and it is a draft, a raw and simple draft. The day I wouldnt look more than getting surprised in the morning planning, or unplanning. So yes it is a draft You never stop thinking of whats next, do you Never. It is a peace of mind I forgot and its giving me the power to enjoy every moments the most. Well, if you think thats simple. I dont think, I write. Well, as a writer, it is a pretty short conclusion this fifth act. Have you ever seen a fifth act from any play where the end was not written in the previous acts? Well, I guess not Exactly, so I put it simple, and direct to the point. On a scene, we are the master of time, and this acts can get enough silence to last as long as Act I For which purpose? Only one, to grasp the attention of the spectator. Ok, its your bet, they might leave with no thoughts at all on the whole piece if you dont give them something to eat in Act V You never shut up! Never, everything is up to discussion, and once you agree, you are better prepared for the next one to come. Thanks for the prospective. It is a draft, I might review it and cross writes the end with you. If time allows, we are not in a rush. I like that. So we are not romantic, we are just realist. Ok you are right, but please dont speak to my girlfriend When is she coming around again? Thats the part of unexpected Heisenberg doubt about. So, you are a you and no longer a we No I am me, and we are together. Dont make it more complex that it may seem, it is a relationship, I wouldnt think of ever over thinking such an experience. And you whats going on? It is going well. Deep inside what makes the day to day full, even twisting it to a D2D, everybody around the house, this one, others, were giving impulse to this dynamism during this young spring time, a break through a cold winter. - We are certainly voltaic sun cells. Look around, all the energy being released at this time of the year. - Good to know, thats showing our force, and more than that, our will. - Fancy a refreshing drink? - Its only eleven oclock It exploded from an unnoticeable remark. And like any crisis, it revealed a deep meltdown of a whole iceberg. No, not the lettuce-like, the titanic like. Setting the scene was remarkably far more complex with what he first foresaw. First, the lights. It is not to bother the director, or perhaps is it, but every time, it is bringing new lights to the speech being given. Here comes the choice between rewriting a draft that has been summoning his draft name since the beginning of the story and even before, or just a power of conviction. Then, Actors. They are keys, needless to say, as they are picturing the emotions into a lively scene. And actors, however good they are, have

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floor. On this, the first thought he had for a leaner organization for his very own organization, the reason coming from this refusal, his first thought would be first to get rid of HR in any recruitment procedures given referrals is now opening the door to a sect composed by any company, and then to get rid of all consultants. We had human resources, if we could speak of it as a resources, more and more people, more and more misfit to a dictated modern world, and we were still finding shortcuts, good or simply evil. He opened the bottle of whisky and drunk half of it in less than one hour. Ah peace of mind, your keys are so easy. Indeed, this peace of mind opened a short moment of craziness. And the whole headache experience lasting a whole tormented morning. It did worth it, as always. Gamma GT were enjoying the party and were crowding the host place in a long, totally insane party. He remembered at this time what one older friend as he did a placement told him: Youre going into the night at 21, and wake up to the day at 30 Indeed, the countdown kept going. 17 Encounter of the 10th type, a telephone selection So meanwhile, between phone and other means of communication, Henri did set up himself through the lense of another frame. Fixed Damned,WTF, Im bored, Im bored. Moby Well, do like me, go to vibrate, they called it tectonic. Fixed No just my handle would move and with it my head. It gives me nausea and I am putting all numbers in havoc. bip bip Moby ah Ive just received a text Fixed What does it say? I dont know these ones Moby Nothing important, he has to bring bread for tonight. Fixed - Dring Dring Dring Moby Hey, go, take it Fixed - Dring, I cant, dring, I am not like you, dring, I dont have any voicemails option. Moby Ok, so I am going to be called soon. Fixe yes, I do think. Moby - balabalabilababam tchikitaboumboum Fixed - ah here it goes Moby Yep, in stereo, and have you seen how cute she is, I display her picture. Fixed Youve got so many things Moby Still youre able to dial in foreign country. Fixed True, thats true, but I cannot remember the numbers reaching me, only a big noisy waffle Ive got. Moby Yes, Ive got you in my contact list, I am full. Fixed No, dont make me speak now! Moby Ok, Ive got two or three games if you want. Fixed Oh you know, no need to think about something else, I am only looking to stay clean. Moby I cant deep into their pockets, it is not of my decisions, Look at me, look at all these marks Fixed Still, you have a wonderful display screen and a camera at your bottom Moby True, I cannot take myself in picture Fixed As for me, I cannot censor any numbers, only mine. Moby Yes, but I feel it now, my memory goes away. Fixed- What happens? Moby You know how we are treated, dont you? Falling from pockets, from high, doing the rebound and so on. Fixed And? Portable My battery went dead, my screen white. Fixed Thats putting in prospective to have all the tralala, music, camera and so on. Moby Thanks for your compassion Fixed And youve got the numbers at the lottery? Henri came home, took his cell put on charge since noon. He switched on, no reaction. Same player shoots again: have to buy a new one, have to recall my contacts to give their details to me 18. Likely or not 5 Act 5 End of Game, Same players shoot again The Game Officer Ok the game ends now, thanks to you for all your participation. Hope we will see you for another round, please reach now the exit down by there. All unanimously Thanks The Game Officer And dont forget, keep the dices rolling. The matter is not to win, the matter is just to keep playing. Above a door, a sign is getting lighted up: EXIT. The stage is separated at this stage at the left where the

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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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reading: why didn't anyone rebel in this game? I thought I did instill some drama in the second act. Havent you witnessed Romain disappearing the scene in some disarming move? Yes, but even there, he didnt react Because he didnt have any choices Choices are up to the one making them. Get me right, we are speaking of real humans or actors already knowing they are in a play? It went this way, because it went this way. Can you explain why we didnt stand for other choices during our long lasting history? Ok Fair enough, still I wrote this part, tell me if its fitting the plotline. Yes, I will read it in time, thanks. Henris head was spinning. Wasnt it forward? The power of fear, Romain dead walking to its fate, it was pretty impressive conditions to any future mental thoughts. Kafka symbolized it under the characteristics of one person in the trial. The whole power of the society centered on one man, with no way to defend himself and even more powerless as the pages went to their end. Justin and the other flat mate started speaking of another subject when Henri offered to pour another glass of red wine this time. And he stayed in this silence, a silence describing him, humanizing his thoughts, setting up the scene of his imagination. The fear he always had when writing was to make it personal. He thought each writer had in its writing time, this unique book that cannot be finished, because too much personal, because still ongoing. When Henri felt something going all wrong, he sat, reflecting on it, in silence. When Henri felt something was getting great, he sat enjoying it, in silence. Well yes Henri, but why don t you stand for your actors and make something good happen? It depends of your definition of good. As for me, I just look in front and with respect to all the crap that happened in the past, I know the exit would even be better, perhaps not now, perhaps not tomorrow. You see everything being balanced? A balance is defined by its property to measure the weight of imbalances, doesnt it? The other flat mate was over listening the discussion when her phone rang, and she left the garden to the house. The discussion continued between Justin and Henri till a point of sleepiness reached both eyes of the actors. The moon wasnt warming the night enough, and its dim light led them to come back inside, each on their way to their flat. 14 Characters of this social glue are imprinting the landscape around Henri read what Justin wrote, and was pretty happy about the results. He didn't change anything, and rather went to write a poem, possibly a song, on his latest thought. He likes to be right He loves to be wrong He can hear the gong And fading away the light His box went closed His spirit dead That was another day Under the name of a play Came a ring around He poured another one Glass were filled Their mouth sealed In one smile To the moon Time to lie Relax soon Enough, Enough, Enough Sleep was the lady juicing out the forces from him. And his eyes went closed on his keyboardfhjskh sdfhioh ejreiwjnfjsdfsdj ikdjskfsdi fsfklqwqño qaqq vskfjosa. 15. Crazy, jealous and paranoiac, He woke up quite refreshed from a night where thoughts were finally laying along him in bed. Torments come from within. He went straight to prepare a cup of coffee and sat in the living room, joining the crowd of the moment, when Justin started to disrupt this morning monotony: Have you ever thought to put this play on scene? I would need to be directing, I would need actors Rely on friends I am sliding from the social glue holding a life together Come on, dont be pessimistic, what are you scared of? Whenever I watched a movie, I grasped the essence with emotions, so putting this play to the scene, gosh its gonna be

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to the world we are passing by, thats why I wake up. Then at every dawn, I am achieving to sleep on my 2 ears with a nice smile. Hubert How did you choose us? The Game Officer thats part of my motivation in this game, I am not selecting the contestant, I am just meeting them. Meeting different people every time is very motivating, I like it a lot, learning by differences and diversity. Ok I sound boring now. Ok youve got it. I found it very fun to see the reaction of people in front of the unexpected. You wouldnt believe how that is interesting. Any other question? Hubert No Ive got to say, I just would like to see what is happening at the end and what we are winning. If its a real game, there is something at stake The Game Officer ok, keep spoiling your time trying to find a result, I just would give you an advice, just enjoy the game. Ok, whose turn is it now? Alexia I believe its mine, Ive got the dices in hand. The Game Officer Ok so throw them away! Shes doing a 5. The Game Officer Ok, falling on a nice square for a lady. Queen Square: Its time to play a little bit of chess, queen, start it up The Game Officer Ok Marta, your turn now. Ok 7, lets see where we are going to. Ok Art Square, thats an interesting one. Marta we will see, never did any arts, and don t have a clue when watching one piece, so.... The Game Officer Its where its becoming interesting. Here we are: Youve got to draw your sensation of the feeling of joy on this blank paper. Marta If I am saying I dont know joy, can I leave that piece blank? The Game Officer Yes, you can. I am normally not allowed to give advices, but hey, come on, why taking the easy way. Sure a charming person like you got some colors and shapes to express. What kind of art would you perform? Marta- any kind of arts? The Game Officer Yep, any kind. Marta Ok so Black and white photography. Its giving intensity. I want all the contestants down the center of the board game, inflatable dices down there, there, and there, and a comfy sofa down here. The Game Officer Ok, here we go. Marta and some bubbles down here to symbolize lightness, and a bar down there to set up a nightclub standard, and two big speakers at each side of the scene. The Game Officer Ok, its getting a little bit too much. Be creative, but still realistic! A black and white photography can easily grab the essence on a picture, it would be a shame to overload it with unnecessary objects, dont you think? Marta - Ok, given youre now restraining my creativity, I will do with what you give me. Please take the picture, yep from here. The Game Officer where here? Wouldnt it be better? Marta no, there, youre not bossing around now. Listen to me, left. Yes, here. The objects required are being set up on the scene, Marta is placing the contestants, asking Hubert to look up and express a dubious smile, Emilie and Jean-Pascal to look at each other lovingly, and Marta lying peacefully on the ground looking up at the sky. Click, The picture is shown on the end wall of the scene. The Game Officer Ok very nice, youre doing very well. 13 I like to be right, I love to be wrong Along a gentle breeze, the night introduced itself settling a warming light onto the evening. The two flatmates were outside sipping a glass of white wine, when Henri joined. It was five minutes Henri was sitting there, with no words, only silence, a deep overwhelming silence. Blossoming with the spirits distilled inside each glass, Justin went straight to the spirit of Henris play. Hey Henri, had a look to your writings and gave myself a shot at writing one act. Ah well, I will read it in time, did you find it inspiring? Well yes, I had just one question keeping banging around the walls of my head during the whole

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