Petit tailleur Page #2

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- No.

Sit down.

What is it?

I brought you some thing.

What is it?

It's beautiful.

Did you make it?

Yes.

Marie-Julie was born April 19th, 1984.

She's always feared herself.

She's always feared herself.

At 15, at the suggestion

of her grandmother,

she stalled acting clashes

she started acting classes

half-heartedly.

Acting is a perfect fit for her.

She appreciates that,

during a performance

the present is made whole.

I see you!

What she loves and fears most

is the stage.

So?

How does It look?

Very likable.

Because it puts her in a state

of great confusion.

Thanks mom. Thanks dad.

It's beautiful.

You'll be a great couturier, my son.

Marie-Julie, a word please?

Get ut.

Out!

First, learn to knock!

Get out until you do!

Leave my room!

- Your room?

- Out, yes!

Get out!

Get out of this dressing room!

Get the f*** out!

Give us a minute.

All done.

It's not my voice speaking.

You OK?

I think I'm going crazy.

What?

I don't knowwho I am.

Calm down.

Try to talk about it.

I'm so scared.

What's happening to me?

Touch my heart.

Don't worry,

it's happened to me many times

Hold my hand.

I he perfect thing.

Here, drink up.

It's not working.

Please tell me stuff.

Wha stuff?

Doesn't matter, anything.

Close your eyes

Close your eyes.

Listen to my voice.

Not long ago,

I told myself what I was doing

was a rough sketch of the future,

not my real life.

Now,

my life is fo real.

It's my real life.

It's like my life writes itself.

It's not like I imagined.

Not long ago,

I meat a girl

with an undefinable sadness.

And now I don't feel so alone.

I think I love him.

Is what you have catching?

What?

Love?

It's my extrasystoles.

What are extetrasystoles?

it is serious?

Not according to them.

Who's them?

Why won't it stop?

Should I call a doctor?

No, I'll just lie down.

Pass me the drops.

Here, drink.

The dress I made you is a copy.

I'm nothing but a fraud.

Would you like me

an actress?

I don't know.

I'm stopping then.

Still like me?

Yes, I do.

I like you.

Kiss me.

What do you want

with a stupid little tailor?

You have to save me.

Tell me how.

Quit your job, then I'll show you.

OK, just a second.

It's done.

I've quit.

You're less gloomy,

less serious.

Good.

Now I want us to rest.

Do you want to come?

I want to go to London.

It's too expensive.

Don't worry, I'll pay.

I didn't tell you but I'm rich.

But for how many generations?

At least seven.

OK then, let's go to London

I've never been!

Nothing beats

A full moon in Maubeuge...

Don't forget to clip the seam

or it won't open.

Working hard?

Hello.

Hello.

I'll be right back.

What are you doing?

- You'll miss the finale!

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