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me after work around a drink. Mr. Henry I am keeping that in mind, many thanks. SCENE V Xavier and Mr. Henry are meeting in a bar in front of the business. Xavier Hiya, Mister Henry Mr. Henry Please call me Marc, I am no longer one of your customers. So tell me what do you see in this pub? Xavier Youre direct, here I dont know, Ive just arrived ten minutes ago. Have you seen that the clock at the bar has two minutes of advance with the one at the wall? Mr. Henry - No Xavier Look around, Can you see where the light is getting mixed to the light of the bar, yeah there, just at the entrance. Mr. Henry No. Xavier What do you see? Mr. Henry A useful organization of the tables, one waiter, one waitress, four tables, all rectangular, nine chairs and one bench. And well, five customers, including us Xavier Nothing more? Dont you see that one of the customer is crossing his legs, that he has two different socks, one green, one orange? That the girl over there is very nervous and cannot sustain a look anywhere here? Mr. Henry No, but one of the light at the ceiling is broken Xavier- Ok, we are coming from far, Do you want to understand you son? Tell me, twenty years ago, what were you doing? Mr. Henry In a pub like this, next to my university, discussing with friends and classmates and reinventing the world. Xavier And what happened? Mr. Henry I dont know, Work has started to take his load. Ive met my wife, we had a first child. My imagination went out, Ive started to have several ties and a cellphone, and no more desires to throw it all by the window. I must defragment, and you, what do you see else here? Xavier- The top of the lamp at the entry, moving slowly with the breeze given the door is opened, one cellphone that is vibrating, and illuminating the jacket of this person. There, one couple in becoming staring lovingly at each other. Legs are crossing. Eyes and smiles are light and wide. The second pin from the clock never stopping its run, and still this person being so nervous, crossing in and out her legs. And of course, this deficient light at the ceiling. Mr. Henry Ok, I might have forgotten and be too formatted Xavier - Take another glass, we are Friday, take a deep sip, and breath it away. Remember of the first time you were discovering things. Simplicity with no complexity. Marc smells his glass, then takes a sip. He puts back the glass on the table. Silence is empowering him. He lets his mind drifting along the music of the place, a jazz, his feet start to take the rhythm, he is swinging smoothly on his chair. He is more relaxed. His phone rings, He puts it on silence. After a moment, Xavier speaks Xavier See, how easy can life be? Feel that flow. Mr. Henry Well, yes, but a client called me. Xavier Let it go, it can wait Monday morning. Marc is breathing intensely. Justin told him he wrote this draft in literally 3 hours over the couch on a Sunday afternoon. Of course, it wasnt ready for the big screen, too much sensitive part an imbalance between the first scene and the remaining, Still, a certain maturity was lacking in the last three scenes, it looked like emotions took over Justin and he wrote simple but difficult and far from self-explanatory writings. The clock continued to tick, and in the play he read, it took him 10 minutes to be fair. He started to record comments, straight comments coming from the in vivo fire of the reading time. Maybe, Justin was trying to connect with the public via some general feelings he thought of. Maybe was he losing himself in a maelstrom of nonsense? Justin, remember, what was your first feeling about people? Stay open-minded, listen, we are as different as the number of faces in the photography of this crowd. Dont search for it, it s like

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knowing each other before this night. Back to work, Mr. Henry switches on his computer, starts to grasp the feelings of the day. Three hours after, Xavier arrives at the reception. Xavier Hiya, got a pack for Henry Sarah - Mister Henry. Xavier Yeah, him, What times is it? My watch went broke two months ago. Sarah - Twenty to twelve, Mister Xavier- Shit, euh Damn, I am late another time, Sarah Well, yes dont worry, Mr. Henry looks like he has other things on his mind, He is locked in his office since this morning, and didnt go out at all. Surprising, normally work does not take the much stake on him, it must be private. Xavier goes to Mr. Henry s office. This latter is speaking at the phone, a pencil on his other hand that keeps beating on the desk. Xavier- Sir Henry, one postage for you, please sign here. No answers, Mr. Henry mumbles. He opens the package quickly and goes back to his computer. On that, Xavier goes out on a final word. Xavier- Thanks, Tell me you have the face of greatest days Mr. Henry I beg your pardon ?!? Xavier- Nothing, I was just wondering that you werent looking happy. Mr. Henry Yes, private worries Xavier Family? Mr. Henry Yes, my son, he is emancipating more and more. I couldnt remember myself being that uncontrollable. Tell me, how old are you, Mister ? Xavier Twenty-six. Mr. Henry Ah, interesting, tell me, what do you do apart from the daily work? Xavier Well, thats gonna discredit me even more. Mr. Henry You know, with the credit you have, you wouldnt be able to pay for a call. Xavier - Ok, I dont know, the morning I wake up, I am leaving the alarm ringing to enjoy the music and then my phone rings given I am mainly already late. Mr. Henry Come up to the facts, what did you do yesterday evening? Xavier Well, I came back from work, took a shower and enjoyed a deep blunt silence by the door of my flat. I enjoyed a feg and looked to the moon settling herself for her midnight scene. Once I am good and relaxed, I am going for a drink at the pub. Mr. Henry And there ? Xavier In general, either friends are joining me in, or a discussion is starting with people around. Mr. Henry My son came back late this morning. I was taking breakfast, and he was showing insane and exhausted eyes. It is not possible to speak to him, neither to ask him questions. From what I gathered, he met somebody and spent the night across the town. And you, why do you have this exhausted face? Xavier answered disturbed while walking to the door. Xavier Hmm, Please sign here Mr. Henry, Many Thanks Mr. Henry Please answer me, youre afraid of what? Xavier Oh, I dare not to be afraid, still dont know if its the perfect place to speak. So yesterday, I went to a pub as per usual. I went to a night out with a friend. You know, youve been young as well. Mr. Henry Well, I must have forgotten Xavier What? Forgetting the sixties like that? Whenever my parents are telling me what not to do, I always had a smile from that coming to me. Mr. Henry Well, yes, still a generality Xavier Ok, between us, I went to one party, got invited to another one, this way till late this morning, and now I am meant to be working. Mr. Henry What a picture you are giving about youth! Xavier Oh, a picture, Id rather have the soundtrack. The only thing I know is that I am into good at staying focus too long. My eyes are escaping the front. Mr. Henry Too bad, it would give sense to what you have to say Xavier You know, Silence is made of gold and discussions are most of the time staying misunderstood. So here I come, disconnected from reality. Mr. Henry Thanks for your honesty. So, its part out experience, a social learning I shouldnt look to correct. Xavier Have a nice day. If you want, come and join

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Mister, dont you see were in a meeting, couldnt it wait? Normally you are delivering late, and now you are interrupting us! Xavier stays staring at the screen Xavier Very well balanced the colors out of this pie, and this histogram, how beautiful. M. Henry- A pie, Mister, a pie. Your view is of no interest to us, only experts can help us. Xavier Still, looking at it, you should look to the part highlighted as conception, and it is an imbalance to the whole picture. The pie would be savvier and balanced this way. Mister Henry stops the presentation, only the shadows of the people in the room are showing on the white screen. Mr. Henry is staring by the windows. Mr. Henry Mister, leave us alone, your scooter is not well parked and blocking the driving lane. Xavier The exhausted souls outside deserve a break, it is raining, and still it is warm inside their car, they can start to speak to each other. Mr. Henry Mister, most of these cars if you havent seen have only one driver, no passengers. Please leave us alone, your mobile is ringing, another upset customer is waiting for you. Xavier Please sign here. Mr. Henry signs the delivery form Xavier Bye, Sir Xavier goes, Mr. Henry is coming back to his audience. Mr. Henry Eric, this guy was right. Once your analysis done, strengthen the training and recruitment. If required, call for subcontractors. SCENE III Walking by a river, Mr. Henry is walk-running composing a number on his cell. Xavier is sitting by, staring at the surface of the river. This scene is meant to be played in silence, in calm, providing a contrast with the previous scene. Mr. Henry is wandering on the scene, from left to right, from right o left. Xavier sits by the edge of the scene looking to the public. After 5 minutes, Mr. Henry stops walking midway through the audience. His mobile at hand, he says softly Keywords: Quality, Cost, Delay For you I live every day It gives me force to go forward Never looking too much backwards Xavier arrives on the other sides, and continues the poem To passion to the irrational Only comes this misfit daily ball A forgotten Cogito Ergo Sum Letting the stars flying numb Mr. Henry stresses his statement: Meeting in advance Order, preparing the dance The road all straight on this cement The flow is calm, only a dent Xavier, still his head in the sky, goes on They bring back to us desperation Look at it, in search of more deceptions To this life, one wouldnt believe Them, its their way to live The mobile from Mr. Henry rings, he takes it and screams at the phone: And yet the phone rings Sounding walls are moving Politeness is walking far Down here, for money only we dare Xavier puts himself in pause, he picks up a leave that fell down, and delicately throws it to the wind. Passionate as anyone Anyone consuming it with no tomorrow Landscape that comes and goes That we always catch up in a break. Mr. Henry hands up and puts the conclusion And so come other delays Plans derive, agree in a way. Xavier tightens his shoe laces and says: Taking that with no taste Finishing there with nothing best Mr. Henry crosses Xavier on his path. No looks are exchanged. SCENE IV Off voice: We can see Mr. Henry on the front of the scene. Next week is the birthday of his wife. At his desk, Mr. Henry finishes to eat. Once that done, he stands up and goes outside searching a gift for his beloved one. The screen is highlighted with scenes from a shopping street, Ads going up and down. He doesnt pay attention to the other walkers. He stops whenever he sees something interesting. Late this evening, he comes back home, takes dinner, opens a bottle of wine. His son came back home late. This latter went to party and has met Xavier on his road, without

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late Mr. Henry It is the problem These documents you brought me were meant to be signed and sent to our director by this morning. Our president is no longer available, and out of office for one week at least. Youve made us lost a precious week. Xavier stares to the left, to the right, and finally goes out discreetly. He stops at the door. Xavier I am really sorry Mr. Henry Your apologies wont make it for the time lost. Be on time next time. Xavier goes out and sees the receptionist again Xavier What a twisted and harmful person this M. Henry Sarah Hes under a lot of pressure currently. Dont blame him. He is accountable as well for your delays. What were you doing? Your office is just a few blocks away Xavier I reflected some thoughts on the water under the tower bridge Sarah You stop on the way to here? Xavier Yes, if we are meant to be passengers of this life, better to grasp every single smiles on the road, have you never taste the present without thinking of the future? Sarah No, Ive got an agenda, and I am sticking to it. Xavier I see, planning is this fly killer that pastes. The phone at the reception is ringing Sarah -Good Bye, Sir Xavier is on his way out, when M. Henry storms out of his office and walks towards him. Mr. Henry Hey, Mister! Ive got this urgent paper for Mr. Guilbert. It has to arrive before end of today at this address. Here is a tip of twenty Euros. Xavier I am not taking any tips, I twill be done, dont worry. You can trust me, I am often late but I never miss my appointments. Mr. Henry Ok, but dont be late, I am stressing it out: its urgent, please ask Mr. Guilbert to contact me when he gets it. I need to get his approval as soon as I can. Xavier will be done SCENE II The morning after, Mr. Henry sits at his desk, speaking on the phone Mr. Henry Yes, President, you will get the planning in one hour. He hangs up and calls Sarah from his desk phone. Mr. Henry - Sarah, Please prepare a meeting in room Pi III. Must attend: Jean from production, Norbert from Procurement and Logistics, Francois from Quality, and Eric from Design. It is urgent, no apologies will be accepted. If they cant attend, one of their deputy should come. A music from a lift is filling the scene. Two minutes, and Mr. Henry cleans his desk and files, uses his computer, reflects and finally lies back on his chair. His colleagues arrive in the meeting room. The shadows of each individual is lining up on the white screen. Starts the meeting. Part of the screen is getting filled with diagrams, pie and so on. Mr. Henry Gentlemen, many thanks for making it. We are in crisis, we are late on every single planning we first proposed. We need to identify the root causes, and take the necessary corrective actions. The President is expecting our conclusion in one hour. These are the tasks Ive identified as critical. a. Jean, An additional budget has been freed. The production team will be required to work in night shift as well. b. Edouard, The providers of key critical elements are late and are impacting the production line. Get them together and identify the root causes, and bargain a discount deal from all that. c. François, Quality is under what we promise to our clients. In many cases, we have to redo the job for what would normally need only one operation. It has to be correct on the first spell, perform an audit now, and give me an analysis of the reasons. I want your conclusions by today. d. Eric, Design does not deliver, bring us alternatives Ok, now to all of you, here is the new planning you will find on the intranet, and remember, we cannot allow ourselves further delays. Anything to add? Xavier knocks on the door, an envelope in hand. Mr. Henry Come in. Xavier A letter for you M. Henry-

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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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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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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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