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[Antoine]

Reality Scale 0.99

I leaned back in my chair and sighed :

- N'importe quoi*.

I rubbed my face. All this Winona thing was driving me crazy. I had written like mad for five days now, looking for information on the web, erasing, re-writing... and all this was just ridiculous. I closed my laptop without even bothering saving the document. I had an interview early the next morning, in yet one of those five stars hotels CEOs used to invite me at. Like we couldn't just meet in a simple café next to their office...

This guy boasted about the fact that he "invented" a new way to buy things online. To be honest, it was just another mashup from previous techniques, nothing that impressive. But he was sympathetic, and the interview was pleasant.

After I left the room he apparently had booked for the morning, I went to the bathroom, washed my hands, took out my MP3 player, put on my earplugs, and got out.

A young lady was trotting down the corridor, speaking in her cellphone.

- I'll be there in a minute. I'm a bit lost.

She waived at me :

- Excuse me ? Do you know where the "Salon Titus" is ?

- Err... yes. It's this way, I answered, waiving my hand. You turn... left, and it's one of the rooms there. The name is written on the doors, you can't miss it.

- Thank you !

- My pleasure, I replied. But she was already gone, speaking in her phone again.

I froze a few seconds, looking at her walking down the corridor. So I finally did play a scene with the real Winona Ryder after all. A fairly modest one. Desperately short. I shrugged, and put my earplugs back on.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly. It had rained a few minutes before, and the air smelled like brand new despite the traffic on the Place Vendôme. My initial bad mood was soon replaced by a light feeling of relief. I smiled. In my ears, Rammstein was singing :

Eins
Hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei
Hier kommt die Sonne
Drei
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier
Und wird nie vom Himmel fallen  

Maybe dreams come true sometimes, but in a unexpected way.

Maybe I was just crazy.

Or maybe I was just a guy, noni-rydered.



* Nonesense.

[Antoine]

Well... that's it. My own personnal roadtrip in Winonaland is over.

Of course, the last line of the story is a reference to the first lines of Girl, Interrupted.

I'm not that satisfied with the last two posts of the previous thread, but again, I really have trouble making her speak. It's easier with purely fictionnal characters. Besides, I'm not really good at guessing women's reactions or thoughts (like most guys, I guess).

My apologies to the real Leslie : at first, you were to play a very minor role in this story, just for the sake of adding a few plausible elements in this fiction. But as I went on writing, I found myself in need of a intermediary between me and her, and I thought one of her agents was the best person to choose from. An alternative would have been to pretend I caught the attention of one of Winona's friends, but rrejected it as too unrealistic.

Waybe I'll take the time to re-write this in correct English sometime, maybe post it on Lulu.com. I think I have the title : "Three Winona" -with an obvious reference to the t-shirt. Or maybe not, and leave all this the way it is now.