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3 rings.

3 of the longest rings of His life were all it took to hear the stoic tones of X.

X, whose renowned reputation in Gollywood was surpassed only by the fear and anger he instilled in the masses. X was not well-liked.

And so it was with childlike naivety that He made the call.

"Why the fuck are you calling me?"

The tone startled Him. He could feel the very breath of X seeping through the receiver, feel the splashback of saliva hitting his reddening face...

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"What?????? It's ages since I last saw her............., I really cannot help you with that......., You'll have to ask somebody else.........., He felt desperate ahd did not know what to do...............but it ocurred to him that one other friend could help him.., he was working with an important films producer right then,,,,, he would ring him and told him his case................

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And at that age he knew that the time had come. Now or never, he said himself. And he took finally a resolution. He picked up the phone and called Edy, the editor of the Films Herald. "Eddy I need your help. I want to meet Olimpia Turner, the starlight of Woody Allen. Could you make something, please?".

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Twenty years have passed. He is rich, famous, he could have any woman he wanted, because becoming a mature man has only increased his handsome features. But here he is, living in that luxurious apartment in Upper Manhattan and feeling deep inside his heart that there's something he's missing in his life...

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That was what he always told to the press. It was what they wanted to hear. A new face in the city. The starlight of Woody Allen's film... and he couldn't avoid seeing her in every corner.

Since that day, his life had changed but he couldn't keep on thinking about her. Her remembrance had mesmerized his whole life and he was determined to use his fame to reach her.

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However, he didn't enter... too many emotions for a day. He kept on walking under the rain and suddenly a strange man touched his shoulder: - You`re not from here, aren´t you? - No I´m not, in fact I´m lost in these streets. - Although it may sound strange, could you tell me the first thought you have? - Jazz concert, a woman with her sax, warm and glorious music. - You´re my man, dear. He didn´t know it yet but he was just about to became the last Woody Allen´s man.

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“It is impossible!”-I thought. She looked like her but it was like something different was inside her. “It must be the champagne”-I kept on thinking- “We have been drinking champagne in that tourist trap called Moulin Rouge. It must be that”.

He cannot remember very well how he got there. After the huge rip-off in the Moulin Rouge, his friends insisted on coming back to the hotel by taxi because it was raining. "I like walking in the rain, and Paris is even more beautiful under the rain"-told his friends-"I will come back on foot, don't wait for me". He remembers losing his way in Pigalle, confused in a lonely and dark street. Then a door swang open, letting the sound and the heat of the inside pour outside. He inspects the door, and her eyes invites him to enter.

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I was walking and I saw her, my first girlfriend, she looks as when she was 15. I asked why we split up, I didn't remember the reason, but we were very young. Now she is Music teacher and she was going to Montmartre, the painter neighborhood of Paris, she likes painting.

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The girl with the sax. The suave and hypnotic tones that she played, while moving on the stage, in perfect harmony with the sensual gestures of her body, were still lingering in his ears.

The memories were coming in his mind slowly. Now he remembered clearly: it happened yesterday, when he ended up in a filthy venue, no far from Moulin Rouge, in Paris.

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How it all started / Andrés García / 1/6

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How it all started / Andrés García / 1/6

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He woke up in the middle of that warm night. He didn’t move for a while, making sure he wouldn’t wake her up. It took him minutes to realize he was alone. I took him minutes to realize where he was. It took him a cigarette and a glass of water to give a name to the girl with the sax he had been dreaming about.