MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

IS IT JUST MY SICKLY PRIDE?

His pride played such an important part in that titanic struggle Enzo had to face day after day in the rehearsals. He squeezed himself till collapsing. He had made Tarek to swear, nearly with a blood agreement, that he wouldn't say John anything about his state. His husband was too faithful to not fulfill his oath but he suffered so much with the situation. Fearing what could come, he insisted going with him every day to the rehearsals and even replacing Duncan some times. They fought like kids every time they went out their house.

- You are my husband, not my personal assistant -Enzo attacked jumping into the car followed by Tarek.

- I will be what I want to be.

- I don't fucking stand you. Is not enough fighting every day with Claymore? I have to do it with you too.

- You're always fighting with me. Tell me something new.

Enzo crossed one of his long legs onto the other while he slid down slightly the window car.

- You are forcing me to being accessory to your suffering, Enzo. Can't you see that's unfair? -he shoved him to look at him.

- Honey, I got to do this play and I will get it. It might be the last thing I can do in my professional life. Therefore, it has to be superb.

- Sometimes one with his sickly pride can't get it all. Most of all when your body is sending you signals.

- I want your support. Can I have it or not?

- I'm not coming every day to that theatre just to give your medication and being witness of your fightings with your charming Maggie.

- I know. You are so stubborn.

- Put it up with it as you can.

- I love you with all my heart, egyptian witch.

- It figures out all the time.

- Tell me the words.

- I love you.

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- Keep in silence won't work out things. It's like locking some house door that is burning down to avoid the flames escape. That's why, when we lock inside of us an idea, keeps growing and growing like the fire, till it takes our breaths away...

Lena declaimed so beautifully. She was one of the actress with best diction. Her body language was wild and impulsive as Maggie's passionate character, an extension of her own personality.

They were doing the technical rehearsal. Not only the actors rehearsed with the director but also all the technical team in the play: sound, wardrobe, electricity men. The set design, the music and the lightning started to work.

Of course, the actors were already with their costumes, hairdos and with their makeup as though they were really working on the actual play. Enzo since the first rehearsal had taken the crutch with him wherever he went. He had spent almost 45 days stuck to it. He used daily at home, he even went upstairs several times a day jumping with it. It was another integral part of his body.

Lena leant a hand over the crutch. Enzo drew apart briskly heading to the centre. Then the crutch fell down. Enzo walked to the sofa jumping with a foot with the glass on his hand.

- Bring me the crutch -he demanded.

Lena reached her arms.

- Lean on me.

- No. Give me the crutch.

Lena ran to him wrapping her arms around him.

- Lean on my arm.