- Sometimes, it happens! Quickly, the cameras! cried the presenter to his henchmen, seeing Leon get backstage for the rehearsal of the prime time. It was not enough pictures for tonight. Take all angles, make the talk, all you want, but I want hours of footage.
They swallowed their sandwich late in fourth gear and equipped themselves with their cameras in record time. Leon, the sullen and bored stopped in its tracks, and prepared to try to paste a smile on his face delighted. They began talking to him about Vanina, which facilitated a process which would otherwise have failed.
- Oh, you know, she is wonderful. And I think she loves me very much. She said she had other plans for us, finally, she did not say like that, but I think it fell under my spell.
- We've seen the pictures, and it is true that she did not look indifferent, "said the presenter, to encourage them to spill more. Can you not remonstrate these devilish you the secret that made the heart of the beautiful Vanina so little ... indifferent?
- Oh, yes of course, if you want. I'm training anyway. But, you say you have pictures? Could I see them again? Finally see them on ... Finally see what you've filmed?
- Yes, if you want.
And he looked at the pictures that the cameras had captured these magic moments that are forever etched in his memory with infinite delight, which was not disturbed by the uproar that caused the old Mab by dropping all his brushes.
- You can not pay attention? Leon then said, severely, leaving her for two seconds beatific smile.
Old Mab merely spit in his seal with contempt, and picked up his brushes before returning to clean the floor.
When Leo had finished watching his holy image, and had willingly offered different views of him dancing, flit, twisting, posing as one could ask for selling a sub-brand of vegetables, vulture audiovisual went off to d other prey. Leon remained then only to review its positioning on stage, the different sequences, while Mab finishing to polish a piece of ground a few yards away.
- Here's ways to tell an idiot he is stupid, "he said aloud, very clearly.
- it to me you talking about? Leon asked, irritated, turning to him after a top expertly prepared.
Mab then began laughing, and singing an old Italian air, he set his seal and store some of his brushes. He then returned and began to sweep the floor, singing what sounded like an old rhyme about a perky air. Leon, for whom he did not look, followed him to his own, intrigued.
"No crown for the old lion, lioness
Nothing for the old lion,
Peacocks came and stole
Her beautiful mane, his fame
And the lion is crying, and they adorn themselves
No crown for the old lion, lioness No
for the old lion
Lion you sigh to heaven
The peacocks parent of the rainbow Rainbow
And their beaks out the refrain
Lion you are weak, you're stupid lion
Be the laughing stock of animals! "
Mab then raised his head with a nobility that Leon had never seen before, and he began to take his brush in his back in such a way that made him a sort of crown of peacock. And he walked away imitating the peacock, cackling, swaying and shouting: "Leon! Leon! Tekon! "...
Leon, amazed, said nothing and left locked in his dressing room.
They swallowed their sandwich late in fourth gear and equipped themselves with their cameras in record time. Leon, the sullen and bored stopped in its tracks, and prepared to try to paste a smile on his face delighted. They began talking to him about Vanina, which facilitated a process which would otherwise have failed.
- Oh, you know, she is wonderful. And I think she loves me very much. She said she had other plans for us, finally, she did not say like that, but I think it fell under my spell.
- We've seen the pictures, and it is true that she did not look indifferent, "said the presenter, to encourage them to spill more. Can you not remonstrate these devilish you the secret that made the heart of the beautiful Vanina so little ... indifferent?
- Oh, yes of course, if you want. I'm training anyway. But, you say you have pictures? Could I see them again? Finally see them on ... Finally see what you've filmed?
- Yes, if you want.
And he looked at the pictures that the cameras had captured these magic moments that are forever etched in his memory with infinite delight, which was not disturbed by the uproar that caused the old Mab by dropping all his brushes.
- You can not pay attention? Leon then said, severely, leaving her for two seconds beatific smile.
Old Mab merely spit in his seal with contempt, and picked up his brushes before returning to clean the floor.
When Leo had finished watching his holy image, and had willingly offered different views of him dancing, flit, twisting, posing as one could ask for selling a sub-brand of vegetables, vulture audiovisual went off to d other prey. Leon remained then only to review its positioning on stage, the different sequences, while Mab finishing to polish a piece of ground a few yards away.
- Here's ways to tell an idiot he is stupid, "he said aloud, very clearly.
- it to me you talking about? Leon asked, irritated, turning to him after a top expertly prepared.
Mab then began laughing, and singing an old Italian air, he set his seal and store some of his brushes. He then returned and began to sweep the floor, singing what sounded like an old rhyme about a perky air. Leon, for whom he did not look, followed him to his own, intrigued.
"No crown for the old lion, lioness
Nothing for the old lion,
Peacocks came and stole
Her beautiful mane, his fame
And the lion is crying, and they adorn themselves
No crown for the old lion, lioness No
for the old lion
Lion you sigh to heaven
The peacocks parent of the rainbow Rainbow
And their beaks out the refrain
Lion you are weak, you're stupid lion
Be the laughing stock of animals! "
Mab then raised his head with a nobility that Leon had never seen before, and he began to take his brush in his back in such a way that made him a sort of crown of peacock. And he walked away imitating the peacock, cackling, swaying and shouting: "Leon! Leon! Tekon! "...
Leon, amazed, said nothing and left locked in his dressing room.
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