I arrived early to meet some "friends" who never really were, and go to sip alcohol or commonly says: Suck.
They never arrived. Only got one that got on the bus. What bus? Where was that bus? For that day we were going to take a programete recordings. I was not going to go. Since no one came, only one, as I said, I decided to get on that bus. Up and I could see people making the characterization of a group of hens traveling market. All talking, shouting, screaming while jumping, standing, going back and forth. Unfortunately it was not a characterization, little detail.
climbed. I sat next to a guy who I can not remember who he was and all I could do was put the earphone and expect to arrive. So I did.
already reached the bus and all of us down, they began recording, of course, after making us wait a long while, were minor players, tertiary and quaternary if such exist. In one such scene sent me to the cafeteria, on the table was a fat man and a girl with whom I got to talk about the recordings, but would split the right word.
then approached her. Height is small and somewhat oval. Bangs wearing a nice, square and long. Her bangs right where they began their lenses with a white saddle-hatched black. Or was black with white streaks?.
wore a striped pole, a blue vest, a loose jean and corduroy converse sneakers.
She was known to others at the table. We continue with the good conversation and found like all the production crew and actors with your peers. Michelle Alexander is equal to the lady who cooks for him, the main actor is equal to the butcher in your neighborhood, the actress is like the girl who brings a newspaper, ETEC, ETEC.
Then we sent the patio set and continue talking but now alone. He told me he was studying law in San Marcos, who was 18 years and I thought the conductor of the van in which he came (haha). Start-read
continue "talking nonsense: cartoons, Vernacular singers, Tongo, Monique Pardo, Susy Diaz. Until we know how the conversation came to pornography. I do not know much about it. Excuse my ignorance. Instead she began to talk about a movie, otherwise, one black, one Chinese and the variety of races you can imagine. Lesbian, gay, bisexual, pansexual and all other sexual preferences also can imagine.
I just laughed and laughed as he spoke, many did not believe him (now I know more and believe me anything that I spoke was a lie). It was late, finished the recordings and all were with the actors. Fotito here, little picture there. We followed talking and I felt I could talk to her all day. It made me laugh. We had to return to the bus and we parted with, "I weno, alaos" (the mania that we have for stunt or remove letters to words).
Again I sat at the bottom with that guy. I took my headphones and wait for the bus arrived.
Once I got off the bus I thought, "What's your name? And well, see her again tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll ask ... "
written by: INDIGO
