The Princess of France Page #3

"Pell-mell, down with them!

But be first advised."

"Shall we resolve to woo

these girls of France?"

"And win them too!"

Guillermo.

- What's up?

- How are you doing?

- Fine.

- When did you arrive?

- This morning.

- Good.

- We'll start soon, won't we?

- Tomorrow or the day after.

- I'll email you.

- Great.

- Where are you going?

- This way, aren't we?

- No, that way?

- Okay.

I'll write to you.

- How are you?

- It's great you came.

- I thought you knew.

- I didn't expect you.

- I sent you a message.

- I just saw it.

Victor.

Seeing you so suddenly

and hearing you talking about Paula

made me understand

how little is left of me in you

without her in the middle.

I think it's better to do

as you said a while ago,

focus on the play

and allow yourself to forget

this less than perfect moment.

Leave the keys on the table.

Do not come back.

And see you at the recording.

Ana

Prologue, take 3.

Can this cockpit hold

the vasty fields of Navarre?

Since a crooked figure may

attest in little place a million

And let us, ciphers to this great accompt

On your imaginary forces work

Suppose within the girdle of these voices

Are now confined seven mighty lovers

Piece out our imperfections

with your thoughts

Convert me into a princess

And make the six remaining ladies

into six proud men

For 'tis your thoughts that

now must deck our kings

Carry them here and there

jumping o'er times

Turning the accomplishment

of many years into an hour-glass

For the which supply, admit me

Who prologue-like your humble

patience pray

Gently to hear, kindly to judge

Our play

- Let's try again.

- The same?

Yes, but with another tune.

Let's see.

Just like before,

once it's set up, you start.

Wait.

I'll put more reverb.

Can this cockpit hold

the vasty fields of Navarre?

Since a crooked figure may

attest in little place a million

And let us, ciphers to this great accompt

On your imaginary forces work

Suppose within the girdle of these voices

Are now confined seven mighty lovers

Piece out our imperfections

with your thoughts

Convert me into a princess

And tum the six remaining ladies

into six proud men

For 'tis your thoughts that

now must deck our kings

Carry them here and there

jumping o'er times

Turning the accomplishment

of many years...

- Was it him?

- Yes, but he played dumb.

He may not remember.

I thought the same

but he never looked at me.

No, that's something else.

Isn't it strange not to have

looked at least once?

He's not doing very well these days.

Is he depressed?

He doesn't want much contact with anyone,

much less with women.

Have I scared him?

I don't think so. It's more general.

- What are you looking for?

- The razor.

There.

How long will he stay here?

I don't know.

If we sleep in the same bed,

we'll have to talk at some point.

Does it worry you?

If he's sensitive about it,

you should ask him.

What's Guillermo doing tonight?

He's sleeping over here.

You thought he was seeing someone else.

He said he wanted to talk.

And that worries you?

No, it actually relieves me a bit.

When did you meet Victor?

Some time ago but I still remember it.

When I replaced Natalia in the play,

he was leaving, too.

That night we were gazing

at each other the whole time.

Me, on one side and he, on the other side.

I was dancing with some friends,

but he kept his distance.

A song by the Beach Boys started playing.

I think it was Surfin' USA.

He smiled a little

and began to dance next to me.

It was clear that at some point

we were going to kiss and all,

but there was no hurry.

Suddenly, a bunch of chicks

began to circle him.

No idea if his girlfriend was one of them

but he was uncomfortable around them.

They finally took him away

and I never saw him again

that night or any other.

They made me feel pretty bad.

But the song was still on

and so I told myself,

"Fine, one more dance and I'll head home."

- Is this my room?

- Yes, we'll share it.

- Here are the sheets.

- Thanks.

- And this?

- It was in the studio.

That's mine. Thank you.

Nice drawings.

- Did you like them?

- Yes.

- It's us.

- Let me see.

Yes.

I hope I didn't bother you.

I didn't even notice you were there.

You always do naked pictures?

They're just sketches.

Keep them if you like.

No, they're yours.

Carla told me you've met before.

Yes, but not really.

I thought you wouldn't remember.

We were drunk but I still remember.

You'll have to share the bed

unless one of you prefers to sleep

on the floor.

- Fine by me.

- For me, too.

Just in case anyone gets shy.

Or frightened.

Frightened?

I told Carla about your promise.

- What promise?

- No more women.

No, it is not so.

But I have too much work

and too little time.

I hope I didn't freak you out.

It's okay.

Great. You two stay here, then.

Which side do you prefer?

The right.

Good.

Tomorrow I can find

another place to sleep.

It's okay for me.

Your boyfriend doesn't need to know.

He can get rather jealous.

And he's heard about Victor's history.

My history has been sort of damaged lately

so you can tell him whatever you want.

What about your girlfriend?

- Paula?

- Yes, your girlfriend.

She's traveling.

Haven't seen her yet?

No, she'll be back the day after tomorrow.

And you're okay waiting

for her to come back?

Yes.

You seem changed.

You noticed?

Nothing happened that night, did it?

I don't know. I don't remember much.

Neither do I.

Tonight we know at least.

So it seems.

Let's leave everything

for another time, then.

Are you working all night?

I'd rather get up early.

What "everything"?

Everything that might happen

the next time we meet

when we'll be neither the ones we were,

nor the ones we are now.

If we've met a second time,

there's sure to be a third one.

And maybe then, you'll be less busy

and I'll have no boyfriend.

Who knows?

Yes, who knows? We'll see.

We'll see how we are then.

I'm the same as before.

Before I didn't know you,

but now you don't seem so bad.

But, in a while, who knows?

You think it's better to let

whatever's going to happen happen?

No, not at all.

"Whatever" can be not much.

There is already something.

Yes, a mess.

Whose is this?

Guillermo's, I think.

I have the very same one.

Why don't we leave this for later

and you sleep on the floor?

Either way.

Sleeping together might damage our future.

It'd be a shame.

I can sleep with Jimena

and you with Guillermo.

I'll sleep on the floor.

Done, then.

Will I be able to be in the play?

I don't know.

I haven't spoken to Natalia yet.

No one knows exactly how to contact her.

Everybody was happy when I replaced her.

Yes, I know.

Even Natalia said that

I did it better than she did.

Did she see you in the play?

Yes, but after that night,

we never saw her again.

Was the play taped this year?

Yes, I should have a DVD somewhere.

Has anyone seen Paula lately?

No.

Do you want the DVD?

Victor.

From Paula to Guillermo with love

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