Their rooms were on the second floor while the restaurant was on the ground floor. Only two stories apart, but Damian called the elevator. Rafał left the hospital today and although he was not in a serious condition, Radosz wanted the actor not to overwork.
“You know, Mońka asked about you” Damian said as they went down. “The guys in his group are very worried about you.”
“Really?” Rafał's eyes flashed with amazement and joy, just like the eyes of a boy who unexpectedly got a ball signed by his favorite footballer, and it wasn't even his birthday.
“Are you so surprised?” Radosz was staggered.
"I'm a little surprised," he admitted. "I hope Mr. Tobiasz isn't in any trouble because of me."
“Why would he be in trouble because of you? If he's in trouble, it's because of himself,” Damian said, and walked out the door of the elevator, which had just stopped on the right floor. “Restaurant,
“I?” blinked Rafał and that was just adorable. “I am one hundred percent natural.”“But you're learning the technique? What did Urbański say about your progress?”“He say I learn fast and make a lot of progress, but I'm not so sure.”There was a lot of sincere uncertainty in his response, which was pretty sweet considering how internationally popular Brylski was. On the other hand, it was a perfect proof of his self-criticism. After all, one role well-played doesn't make an actor. A good actor can be called someone who faces various acting challenges and is good at everyone. It seemed that Rafał had just such ambitions. It was impressive.“You know, Urbański has not been on the stage for half a century only because nobody can get rid of him” noticed Damian smiling at Brylski in a friendly way. “I think you really should trust his judgment and have more confidence. I believe in your talent.&
The amount that person asked for a loan was usually not high, so it was not usually a problem for the person who was asked for support. The petitioner received what he asked for, politely thanked him and left. Of course, there was no question of returning the loan. Passers-by usually passed by forever.This colorful element was not common, it happened rather rarely and usually in certain areas. The gentlemen never asked for money from the ladies. Sometimes they could only ask a smoking lady for a fire or a cigarette.So Rafał had no problem sharing some of the contents of his wallet with the boys and reached into his pocket ...At this point, things got awkward. There was no wallet in his pocket, just a phone.“Sorry, guys, but I left my wallet in the room...”Brylski felt really stupid. He paid for dinner on the phone, but couldn't give the boys cash that way. To be sure, Rafał searched all his pockets, but he really had nothing with h
Damian Radosz was already running out of his room as he was standing.Downstairs, near the hotel building, Rafał Brylski was disappearing in the company of three unfavorable young men. They didn't seem to be going for a beer together.Poland is a safe country, and this type of brawl, where someone accosts a stranger and ends up in a fight, happens very rarely, but it does happen.Sometimes it is enough for someone to say something bad about a football team and he has the misfortune to be within the ears of the enraged and disappointed fans of this club. It was enough, and it was probably the most common cause of all fights.If Rafał inadvertently said something that pissed off these boys, they will want to teach him a lesson.Three against one was never an equal chance.Damn it! It was not enough for Rafał to get into a street fight right after leaving the hospital after a heat stroke and falling from the roof!But why did Brylski not
The man stared at Justyna curiously, insistently, but not intrusively, as if he wanted to confirm whether he saw the person he was thinking about or someone else completely. And if two people looking at each other have the impression that you've seen each other somewhere, then it probably was."Allan...?" Justyna Fieldorf asked herself softly. The man, however, twitched as if he had read the word from her lips. He smiled radiantly and stood up.It was Allan! Yes, it was definitely him, Justyna rejoiced in her thoughts.Allan was a young but world-renowned playwright whom she met two years ago through her father, a theater critic. Kacper Fieldorf had the best opinion about the young American playwright, whose Neon Loneliness was, in his opinion, a true masterpiece of modern theater.Allen had dinner at the Fieldorfs' house twice and was said to have had a good time. It was certainly not easy for him to find himself in a foreign country, away from his famil
“You really surprised me dealing with these boys” Radosz said appreciatively as they slowly moved forward, cooled by the evening gusts of wind. “I thought they were going to beat you up.”“Why?” Brylski was surprised.“Are you kidding? Three against one?”“No, no” corrected Rafał. “Why did you think I was in trouble?”“Through the window I saw you walking away with them and they didn't look very friendly.”“Have you seen us?” Asked Rafał, looking at him more carefully. “Is that why you're so sweaty? You weren't running to my rescue, were you?”“What? No!” Damian replied defensively. He will not admit for any treasures that he was actually rushing madly to save the young actor!“Thank you!” Rafał beamed and something melted in Damian's heart.“I just thought that three against one is a bit une
"I know," Brylski said, walking with his hands in his pocket and his head lowered.Stronger gusts of wind tugged at his golden-red hair, which was more flamed in the light of the setting sun. He was beautiful, tender and romantic. Perhaps it was this sad reflection about his behavior on the set that gave him that nostalgic look, but at the moment there was something absolutely captivating about him, something… charming.Fans all over the world would faint seeing him like this. They would probably call him the Mystical Prince or the Immortal Beautiful, because he actually resembled a creature out of this world - perfectly physically beautiful and very spiritual. Spiritual to such an extent that even Radosz could hardly control his heart, in which horses were galloping again...Damian decided that he had to engrave this image in his heart, which was like the purest aesthetic beauty. He has to engrave it in his memory and recreate it someday in a series or m
“The basic line will be human rights, but let's take sexual harassment as an example - sorry it is, but I recently saw an interesting program on this subject. I have the right to wear only my swimming trunks on the beach. If a woman looks at me with desire, if she looks at my manhood, and maybe even says I'm handsome, sexy, that she would like to, you know, does it will be a compliment, a pick-up or sexual harassment?”“You know” Damian didn't know what to say “I never thought about it.”“I have the right to freedom, to dress for the beach as it suits me. However, I have to reckon with the fact that someone has the right to express their opinion. So if I heard an unfavorable comment instead of a compliment, for example about size, would this person violate my personal dignity? Or was it a form of sadistic sexual harassment because the comment was about my masculinity?”Completely by accident, completely unintention
Of course, Rafał explained that it was about the possibility of incarnating, for example, a historical figure, and previously a hero traveling around the galaxy, but there was a longing in Brylski's voice that did not fit these words. A longing not for a light adventure without consequences, where you run over roofs with ropes, but for something more serious and for something deeper. Maybe for the chance to experience not only adventures, but experiences from a different matter? But then from what?Damian rolled restlessly again and this time lay down on his back. He covered his eyelids with his forearm. It was hot and the air conditioning left a lot to be desired - not only was it not working well, it was also making a lot of noise, so he turned it off before midnight in the hope that the cool night would give him refreshment. But it was just another tropical night that only brought a little bit of relief - but it was always more than nothing.Damian couldn't stop thi