My Big Night Page #4

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I know what you want:

to kill Alphonso.

He ruined your life.

You wrote 635 songs for him

and he didn't like any of them!

Sometimes I hear this murmuring.

Are the voices back?

Don't listen to them!

No, I don't listen,

and I laugh and I wonder:

What does anyone know...?

What does anyone know about anyone?

About anyone?

About anyone?

First, I'd like to say that

I admire your work, Mr. Alphonso.

I like yours too,

- but I've never heard your songs.

- Thanks a lot.

You'll love my latest disc.

I really got into the production.

I wanted a Mi-ami sound.

- Know what I mean?

- I have no idea.

Like Enrique Iglesias,

but dirtier, more guitars.

- You know, Enrique Iglesias?

- No.

Julio Iglesias' son.

I don't know any Julio Iglesias.

- Oh, no?

- Let's talk about you.

- I like your energy.

- Yeah?

- It's in your eyes.

- Yeah.

There's something in your eye.

- It's an eyelash.

- Now?

- Now?

- Yes, a fleck of dust.

- Is it...?

- No, let me.

Alright...

Don't move. Open your eye.

My mother loved your songs.

She was always humming them.

Is she dead? I'm sorry.

No, she's fine.

Since you said "was"...

You haven't seen her in a while?

With the tour and all,

it's tricky.

A Q-tip!

Don't neglect your mother,

she's here today,

but tomorrow...

When I finish the recording

I might go see her.

At your age I put success

and money before family too.

I haven't been that bad to them.

Sure, ignore what people say.

Eyelash curlers.

- What do they say?

- Nothing, crap.

The usual, you dumped them,

you're ashamed of them.

It's just jealousy.

That's it.

I'll put some water on it.

That's cologne.

Don't move, it makes it worse.

And forget your mother.

Avoid negative thoughts.

Get them out of your head.

Especially onstage.

Okay.

Okay, guys, I'm going.

Don't touch that eye.

Leave it alone.

Thanks for the advice, Mr. Alphonso.

He said I've got

something in my eyes.

Asleep in my bed,

I hear the bell,

I go down the pole,

it's all quiet.

My adrenalin rises,

I grab my hose,

we hit the street,

the night awaits us,

the flames are red,

I feel them inside me,

she screams at one point,

I lose my head,

suddenly she screams,

she's at the window,

to save her from the flames

you gotta be a fireman!

Pour water on that fire,

no matter what burns,

I always get there first,

like a good fireman!

I'll burn off my face for you!

Now I'm in Emergencies,

hot and singed,

I'm out of my mind,

my buttocks are peeling,

and you just don't care,

not even one Whatsapp.

Friend me, I'm your friend,

You don't know that I need you

like water needs fire,

If you listen to me,

I'll melt away.

Suddenly the girl

screams from the window...

This is not normal.

It's perfectly normal, Jose.

You're an attractive, mature guy.

Mature and interesting.

Look at her and look at me.

New Year's Eve magic.

You're hiding something from me.

- Is this a joke?

- He doesn't get it yet?

- Shut up.

- Get what?

- What is it?

- Nothing.

Nothing? Is she married?

Is her boyfriend a bodybuilder?

- Is she a guy?

- If only!

Jose, she's super-hot,

and she thinks you're funny,

that's all.

- What's bad about that?

- Nothing!

- Enjoy it.

- Dance, Jose.

You won't like this, Perotti.

- I can't see anything.

- Run it, Amparo.

Whose video is it?

How much do they want?

It's ours. Don't worry.

- Cameras in the dressing rooms?

- Calm down, Perotti.

Calm down?

What kind of shitty show is this?

- It's for security.

- There have been thefts.

Bottles, clothes.

Even a sofa.

We called you in

for a different reason. Look.

There, did you see it?

- What?

- Run it again.

She spat into the bottle.

Holy f***ing sh*t.

Fireman,

pour water on that fire,

no matter what burns,

I always get there first,

like a good fireman!

I'll burn off my face for you!

I'm in danger? Of what?

Death.

You may think

we're going way over the top,

but we're totally serious.

Tell him what happened

to the other guy.

- Who?

- The one sitting there before him!

- The crane guy.

- He lends her his phone,

then gets his head crushed.

That's got nothing to do with...

No, nothing at all.

Tell him about the bathroom,

or the makeup thing...

We've been here one week

and tons of stuff has happened!

Please, let it go.

Tell him about

the changing room yesterday.

She was having a dress fitted,

Paco was measuring the length,

he kneeled down,

she glanced at him...

Just glanced!

And he swallowed a needle.

Straight to the hospital.

I don't want to badmouth Paloma,

we're old friends,

but she's always been like this.

Like what?

- Trouble.

- But you can't say it out loud.

- Don't you dare.

- I won't.

- Is she a jinx?

- Don't say it!

Jos!

She came onto the set.

A cameramen was staring at her.

She smiled back.

I saw it with my own eyes.

- And?

- A stroke!

A vein burst in his head.

Right there!

Straight to hospital.

It's absurd.

You're making too much of it.

Did I make eye contact with her?

- And she's f***ing hot!

- Take it easy!

Isn't it weird that she tells you

her life story,

and five minutes later

you're making out?

- She's desperate, poor girl.

- No one wants her around.

Who would?

Everyone knows about her!

The word's out.

Yeah, that's it.

Only a desperate girl

would make out with me, right?

That's not it, Jose.

You're confusing things.

It's the truth,

you're in danger if you stay here.

Why am I the only one dancing?

We're not into "electro-Latino".

We prefer merengue or salsa.

Idiots.

Really, what is it?

Nothing, honey. Nothing at all.

WATCH OUT!

Fireman!

Thank you, Spain!

Hello?

Good evening.

This is the police.

What?

Just three words!

Love yaaa!

Sorry, I can't hear you.

Are you related to

Dolores Mario Seplveda?

She's my mother. Is she okay?

She's fine.

But we had to arrest her.

She bit an officer as we were

dragging her out of the flat.

No phones!

Just a second,

my mother's been arrested...

Why'd they drag her out?

It was on fire.

She didn't know how to

use the gas oven,

so she stuffed it with paper...

But don't worry,

the firemen have it under control.

Do you accept liability for her?

Sure I do,

but I'm at work,

I can't move from here.

She'll spend the night in jail

unless you come.

- In jail? Please, no!

- Like I told him.

I'll make some calls

and get back to you.

It's up to you.

I'll call right back.

- Jose.

- Mara?

- Mara.

- What?

Thank God, I thought

you were already in the air.

The flight's been delayed 2 hours

because of a bomb threat.

This is hell.

Not really.

I have to tell you something.

I don't have much time,

we're about to board.

What is it?

What was that?

See? it doesn't work.

It's dangerous.

Look at you.

What if it happened to

a lady in the audience, or to me?

It's hard on that side

of the mirror.

That's the trouble with you.

You hate me.

- Who, me?

- You think I don't know?

You want to be on this side

of the mirror, Alicia.

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