Le Nouveau Cinema Paradis

The lyricist calmly entered the room in antecipation, given the ruckus he'd already been hearing, that there would be an air of tension and opposite animosity inside. He saw chairs flying, matches lighting, person's shouting. Unbelievable.

He hadn´t been in the room for a pair of seconds when as if some omnipotent force embodied upon his presence, whence he came was the origin of this stream of awe causing blue(he'd decided upon his navy blue suit that morning, he thought things would go undisrupting today).

Anyway, the room stood still as did it's bystanders and participants. There was respect, a man of song and words in this town was the elder to their chinese persona. Glorifed by this shock of arrest he took a chair that lay upon the stomped ground and set it at a corner of the room. Standing up on the chair and waving his booklet about as a preacher would address if in his pulpit he gathered the attention of the townsmen of Mendillienne:
-I do beg of thee, pray tell what has befallen upon such loved walls that bind us and make possible our social standings unknown and our mutual pleasure of that screen a supreme cause for, be it laughter, sorrow, cheer or leer. Did the projectionist fail to still the image in the right frame?
Unfortunately, o well intentioned talent, this here isn't the area towards which it is inclined. Caos broke and chairs remained where they stood(or not), and matches continued encarcerated in their boxes. But the noise... The noise, the noise! Well, he faked a faint, a small and sudden shiver of his knees as well as the elevating of the back of his hand to his forehead in an omage to theatrical pompousities.
Twas enough to de-ruffle the crowd.

-You there-as he pointed to a child that had seemed impervious to all the confusion and hadn't performed but an action apart from that of gazing our protagonist- tell me. What has happened here?

-Me sir?-the puzzled boy inquired nervous and disturbed for having been forced to act rather that just remain a dot on the map, within these walls- I arrived late, i really couldn't say...

-Well, try boy!- said the lyricist with a brush of authority bearing in mind the necessity of demonstrating through his voice simultaneously trust and an invite to ease.

-Well, those two over there- he pointed causing the same mentioned to sly through looks and hide behind their beret's, belittling themselves to the lyricist- they we're escorting a lady, both of them to my knowledge or comprehension. How can I explain?

-It seems you have no vernacular problems old boy...

And once again the thermometer and it's red dial raised themselves amongst general laughter, as well as the rouge blushing of the assistant librarian.

-Indeed sir. So I shall proceed. They we're seated on both sides of the lady, quite beautiful if i might dare add, she alternated glances, shared moments if you will me to encapsulate it in a most swift manner. The climax of the film arrived, they both wrestled in there minds for their was not a doubt that it would be then the crucial moment and the man upon which she would decide to avert her eyes toward would be he the chosen and delighted with his reward, to be given later.

Well, what happened, very simply so was a lack of film. The whole scene just jumped through and as a pretext to bicker, so they did. As many a men we're thinking when the money they had paid seemed wasted they too began to scruffle with each other. Wasn't long before the apocalipse previewed itself in walls before so solemn and significant, as you said sir, in bringing us, even if just a tad, closer together.

He was clapped due to so much verve and parlating excellence and once again that boyish rosy red struck the contours of his face.

-I see- thought, said and stroking his chin dictated- this cannot be! Alfred- he beckoned to the cabin above- can this be solved?

-But of course monsieur, if the priest allows it.

- Very well, I shall talk to him but first there must be a collection of words, given, done here to ensure this mess be tended to, Am i clear?
And there went the chorus- CERTAINLY!


From then on all that took place was the talk between two high profile townmembers of Mendilienne, a restoring of order in the theatre and the providing of a second lady to the man who lost opposite his adversary the coin toss.

The lyricist and the assistant librarian did have a chat, one too many big words and erudite thoughts to be transcripted, besides, it's boring.