ENZO EFSERYAN(FREDDIE MERCURY) IS A PROMISING MOVIE ACTOR WHO IS AT A CROSSROADS IN LIFE WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND PAULINE AMOS (MARY AUSTIN). APPARENTLY THE END OF IT ALL, IT WILL BE JUST THE BEGINNING OF A NEW LIFE FOR THE ACTOR.
MY PARTICULAR HOMAGE TO...
- Thank your lucky stars, mate -John said pouring some tea that Svetlana had just brought to the japanese living room.
Doctor Deacon was absolutely right. Just some days before in Brighton things could get worse.
The play ran smoothly like all the other nights. Even better you could say as the plays were repeating. They had grown experienced and gained fluency. Enzo and Sue worked together just perfectly. Not even the most picky critics who refused to regard Enzo as a good theatre actor dared to meddle in their age difference. It was barely noticeable on stage.
The Brighton theatre with 952 seats was one of the most ancient theatres in United Kingdom. It was 212 years old. There was a standing ovation when the play was finished. The audience was the boss, as usual. The critics could get so purist they wanted and call him usurper but the sellings ruled. Enzo Efseryan could fill theatres.
The freesias filled to the brim each corner of the dressing room making its powerful scent stunned his senses. His numerous fans knew more about his life than himself and had information like his favourite flower.
- Am I too heavy?
Tarek's parents had attended to the play in Brighton because they lived just 45 minutes away by car. They were the only people who could enter the dressing room. His mother-in-law was on his lap as many other times. Since the very beginning there was a connection between them.
But Aziza, as mother, saw Tarek looking different. His beautiful features looked so tired and Enzo... she feared breaking his thin legs with her ass. He seemed in need of an intensive session of relax.
- Darling, how could you be heavy? -he said with his usual tone swinging her playful as though she was a little girl.
- Are you feeling fine?
- Exhausted and happy. A perfect combination.
- Well, then come home. I'm cooking theTahini sauce that you love.
- No way, tonight I'm getting you out to dinner.
- Enzo, it's not necessary. You're exhausted.
- It's already talked and arranged. Duncan has chosen a restaurant to take you.
Aziza was right. The perfect thing would be driving to Eastbourne, having a light dinner and then straight to bed. But Enzo had already arranged things his own way and there was no turning back. He ruled.
Despite Tarek's shrewd mother had seen the obvious signals of accumulated tiredness, Enzo didn't feel specially tired that night. Not more than the rest of times, at any case.
It was a peaceful and pleasant dinner where they caught up and then returned to Eastbourne to stay the night at his parents-in-law home. They had a hotel booked in Brighton and it would be far more comfortable arriving there within 10 minutes but he didn't want to be unpolite with them and their overwhelming hospitality.
The worst of all was Enzo's body didn't cry out for help. Even the late dinner felt good. But arriving the bathroom to brush his teeth, he felt sick and the cold sweat seized him. He kneeled by the toilet to not lose his balance and with no effort he threw up the dinner. Stumbling he bent over the washbasin to wash his mouth with fresh water and watched his pale and sweaty face on the mirror. Thinking fast he decided to lie over the floor to avoid a fall if it ocurred the usual faint.
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