Paris, seven months later
The curtain falls on the marriage of Mariane and Valère. I count 1… 2… 3… a round of applause rings out. It’s the last.
After months of rehearsals, of performances, I look at the actors around me, the technicians, the director, all these people who have been part of my daily life. I feel a pang in my heart, but at the same time, a lot of excitement.
We line up for the final bow, the curtain opens to a full room, to a standing room. I can’t tell them apart because of the spotlights blinding me, but I know they’re there. My friends, my family, and Manon. I just can’t wait, go backstage, take off my costume and go find them.
It doesn’t quite work out that way. The play was very successful and made a name for itself. There are journalists, questions, VIPs who have
