It was something extraordinary, really, that led me to him. A twist of fate. A twist of luck. But pure chance, certainly not. Especially here, there, in my home town.

Frances has just a few lines, but stage fright takes hold and she flees, ambushing an unsuspecting man intent of grilling a cigarette in peace. Tristan is as handsome as he is genuine; he helps her shake her fears.
Friendships ensues... which might turn to more.
Be warned: love, angst, divorces, marriage and babies ahead ! Get ready for Festival de Cannes as well !

Stage Fright

Anxious couldn’t describe the bundle of nerves I was as I waited under the “arrival” sign of the diminutive airport. Tristan’s suggestion to visit during the extended Easter holiday – a big deal for Scandinavians – had brought me to cloud nine … until I descended into a spiral of uncertainty. I knew it was stupid, really, to doubt what bloomed between us. Still, I didn’t feel up to the task. Inadequate. How could I possibly satisfy Tristan? Besides our fourteen years difference, which already pointed how much experience he had in the world, he was a movie star! Probably used to much more than a simple life and a fifty square metre flat overlooking a fjord, right? 


How could I possibly compete with those models? Those actresses had unlimited budget to take care of themselves? Those rising personalities and incredible bodies? 
