production then contacted Leon, and offered as part of the issue, "realize his dream" by organizing a dinner alone with Vanina, who had expressed great enthusiasm for this idea. It failed to release the handset when these words reached her ear, and he remained there, dazed for a few minutes after this.
Leon liked more of what he saw in his mirror. He has long been known for years. Finally it was appreciated at its true value. Her mother was too poor to recognize also, that's all. It began its thirty-one. He left his finest flowered shirt, he carefully buttoned to the top, mop and went looking for cologne. It was then panicked: what style she liked to dress? And if she does not find amusing? Vanina was "very enthusiastic" about their meeting, he had to please him a bit already. However, she had seen in the few suits, those on stage, and of small stories. There could not go in her place everyday, it fails to seal, and he had to mark the occasion. He decided that the safest was to wear one of these great designer suits, which had been specially made for him, and that was very similar to what he had worn during the show had seduced his sweetheart, with Glitter and fringes and less. He then spent thirty minutes to wash their teeth, to recover from cologne, for fear that the change of clothes too has reduced the smell, and to subdue the rebels ears with a styling wax that his mother kept in an old cupboard.
They find themselves in a famous Parisian cafe, "The Little Persia," the same evening. All rising stars and people in the wind, or almost were clients of this hotspot. Located in downtown Paris, in the middle of a small private park where swans and peacocks parading, this adorable coffee was the preferred place of reunion people in, who became somebody.
The madam, Miss de Ringeard, was updating regularly as scrupulously as a sort of little book of Stars ("These people in gold," she jokes often accompanied with a forced laugh that came from the bottom his throat), she also took pictures and took pleasure almost orgasmic tu. Behind this facade of sycophancy unbearable hid a sharp business sense.
Thus, at 8:37 p.m., Leon, sweaty palms and dry mouth, accompanied by three cameramen he warmed his shoulders from a twenty minutes, while showcasing his film, saw him coming off the little frail and slender silhouette of Vanina, who paraded nimbly between swans and peacocks. Again, she had spared his arrival if a dozen of thousands of viewers could fall in love with her in passing, it would be something gained. She finally sat down after the bartender introduced him to his chair.
- Goodnight, Leo, "she said in a voice low and warm, almost whispering.
She was radiant. Her blonde hair adorned her gold dress perfectly cut, and one felt that every detail his face had been thought, thoughtful work. She had painted her cheeks slightly, put a lipstick elegant and just enough makeup to make believe that this perfection was natural.
Leon said nothing. He was petrified. He realized that there was in itself nothing but a huge mess of ideas just as stupid as each other, soaking it all in the acidic juice of the emergency. Do something, do something, say something, find something, shit, you go to a moron, she is finally here and you spend the last of morons!
- Bonjoir, then suddenly he said, sketching a movement towards the hand she was not tight, to kiss.
She gave him a look that was so full of misunderstanding and disgust that his perfect mask of benevolence had in leaking a bit. She pulled herself together.
- I'm pleased to meet you. I saw the show, and I saw that you already had many fans. You can count me among them, she said, smiling.
- So you liked? You know, I chose this song just for you. Already because it's the same name as that ... Finally you call like that, none. And then it's a love song, "he stammered, becoming red if it was silent and to hide his embarrassment, plunged into the contemplation of a peacock who had to wheel a few meters them.
- They are beautiful, is not it, "she said softly.
- Yes, very. You could be a peacock, he replied, looking at her lovingly.
- It's fun, it looks like they call you, "she remarked in the hearing.
- Oh, yes I see, finally I hear. They ... "Léééon! Léééonnn! "And he began to faithfully reproduce they cry. It's fun, "he said with a chuckle of a laugh poorly controlled. They seem to say something else ...
- Really? If we were talking about you ... or me ...
- Yes ... yes they are "Leon! Leo! Taikon! Leon! Taikon! "Deciphered there full of enthusiasm.
- Leon, she recalled a little impatient, I organized the dinner for something more important. This is not just a dinner only. I want us to become friends.
Leon saw this in mind the multiplication of their appointments and therefore the promise a budding romance - if not already present in her, accepted, full of euphoria, the proposal that Vanina him. He began to drink a cocktail of these "trendy" and lack of habit then added a fairly advanced in his drunken euphoria, which gave the spectators see, and talk to people magazine. Vanina, noting that they talked to her this much, and very favorable terms, welcomed this initiative, and laughed at the recollection of long minutes in front of what she had to remain benign, or make as if nothing had happened.
Leon liked more of what he saw in his mirror. He has long been known for years. Finally it was appreciated at its true value. Her mother was too poor to recognize also, that's all. It began its thirty-one. He left his finest flowered shirt, he carefully buttoned to the top, mop and went looking for cologne. It was then panicked: what style she liked to dress? And if she does not find amusing? Vanina was "very enthusiastic" about their meeting, he had to please him a bit already. However, she had seen in the few suits, those on stage, and of small stories. There could not go in her place everyday, it fails to seal, and he had to mark the occasion. He decided that the safest was to wear one of these great designer suits, which had been specially made for him, and that was very similar to what he had worn during the show had seduced his sweetheart, with Glitter and fringes and less. He then spent thirty minutes to wash their teeth, to recover from cologne, for fear that the change of clothes too has reduced the smell, and to subdue the rebels ears with a styling wax that his mother kept in an old cupboard.
They find themselves in a famous Parisian cafe, "The Little Persia," the same evening. All rising stars and people in the wind, or almost were clients of this hotspot. Located in downtown Paris, in the middle of a small private park where swans and peacocks parading, this adorable coffee was the preferred place of reunion people in, who became somebody.
The madam, Miss de Ringeard, was updating regularly as scrupulously as a sort of little book of Stars ("These people in gold," she jokes often accompanied with a forced laugh that came from the bottom his throat), she also took pictures and took pleasure almost orgasmic tu. Behind this facade of sycophancy unbearable hid a sharp business sense.
Thus, at 8:37 p.m., Leon, sweaty palms and dry mouth, accompanied by three cameramen he warmed his shoulders from a twenty minutes, while showcasing his film, saw him coming off the little frail and slender silhouette of Vanina, who paraded nimbly between swans and peacocks. Again, she had spared his arrival if a dozen of thousands of viewers could fall in love with her in passing, it would be something gained. She finally sat down after the bartender introduced him to his chair.
- Goodnight, Leo, "she said in a voice low and warm, almost whispering.
She was radiant. Her blonde hair adorned her gold dress perfectly cut, and one felt that every detail his face had been thought, thoughtful work. She had painted her cheeks slightly, put a lipstick elegant and just enough makeup to make believe that this perfection was natural.
Leon said nothing. He was petrified. He realized that there was in itself nothing but a huge mess of ideas just as stupid as each other, soaking it all in the acidic juice of the emergency. Do something, do something, say something, find something, shit, you go to a moron, she is finally here and you spend the last of morons!
- Bonjoir, then suddenly he said, sketching a movement towards the hand she was not tight, to kiss.
She gave him a look that was so full of misunderstanding and disgust that his perfect mask of benevolence had in leaking a bit. She pulled herself together.
- I'm pleased to meet you. I saw the show, and I saw that you already had many fans. You can count me among them, she said, smiling.
- So you liked? You know, I chose this song just for you. Already because it's the same name as that ... Finally you call like that, none. And then it's a love song, "he stammered, becoming red if it was silent and to hide his embarrassment, plunged into the contemplation of a peacock who had to wheel a few meters them.
- They are beautiful, is not it, "she said softly.
- Yes, very. You could be a peacock, he replied, looking at her lovingly.
- It's fun, it looks like they call you, "she remarked in the hearing.
- Oh, yes I see, finally I hear. They ... "Léééon! Léééonnn! "And he began to faithfully reproduce they cry. It's fun, "he said with a chuckle of a laugh poorly controlled. They seem to say something else ...
- Really? If we were talking about you ... or me ...
- Yes ... yes they are "Leon! Leo! Taikon! Leon! Taikon! "Deciphered there full of enthusiasm.
- Leon, she recalled a little impatient, I organized the dinner for something more important. This is not just a dinner only. I want us to become friends.
Leon saw this in mind the multiplication of their appointments and therefore the promise a budding romance - if not already present in her, accepted, full of euphoria, the proposal that Vanina him. He began to drink a cocktail of these "trendy" and lack of habit then added a fairly advanced in his drunken euphoria, which gave the spectators see, and talk to people magazine. Vanina, noting that they talked to her this much, and very favorable terms, welcomed this initiative, and laughed at the recollection of long minutes in front of what she had to remain benign, or make as if nothing had happened.
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