out-take
setting : the esplanade
focus on re-mi's mobile screen as the message to the assassin takes shape :
"will you be at klee later?"
finger presses send. pause. On screen : Message send failed - No network coverage
the theater is impervious to radiofrequency waves apparently.
at the intermission an hour later, an incoming message appears the second the doors open :
"from assassin : will you be at klee later?"
laugh.
******
Post musical drinks.
Re-mi found himself separated from his evening companion by dint of duty, each of us entertaining a complete stranger, as one does.
Her stranger was an interesting, reticent artist who looked suspiciously like the lead male from a taiwan serial involving gambling and casinos.
His stranger was probably a nice girl at heart....
probably...
weeell. "I appreciate the flavour of absinthe" does not cut it with re-minisce, who was tempted to ask her if she'd ever tried floor cleaner in that case.
Oh, and "excuse me, is that an organic lemon? I only take organic"...
howl.
Re-mi had to fight hard not to whip the lemon out of the stunned bartender's hand, rub it on the counter top a little, and hand it back to her. There. Organic enough for you now, luv?
The final straw.
"Bartender, this is a really lovely place, I love what you've done with it, now can you do me a favour, make me something that will blow my mind away." (flattery will get you everywhere...)
The third time she repeated it, re-mi looked her in the eye and said "how about a shotgun?"
*****
Honestly, you don't have to act special to be special. Just be yourself; there's bound to be someone out there who'll like you for who you are.
I think.
*****
Lady Grey opined that perhaps the stranger was pulling out all the stops to win re-mi's heart, by acting posh.
Well me no like posh spice. Me like wit and intelligence...
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