Black & White 2

The blonde is sitting in front of the mirror starting to take off her necklace. A couple of knocks on the door stop her from her task. She replaces the chocker and her soft lips give approval for the visitor to enter. Blue, tired eyes look at the visitor. Her agent opens the door with a smile on his face and a big bouquet of white roses. The man speaks to the blonde, almost pleading. She looks annoyed, but he offers her his arm and she gets up warily. Cut.

The short train of her black dress follows her movements as they walk together through the corridor of the hotel. The lights reflect on the white doors making the space brighter. They stop in front of one of the rooms and he knocks. The door opens slowly, leaving just enough space for them to enter one after the other. Cut.

The room is one of the most luxurious of the hotel. The eyes of the blonde register the paintings hanging from the walls, the lavish furniture and the bodyguard next to the door. White, soft curtains move gently with the breeze that comes from the balcony. She can distinguish two men with broad shoulders smoking outside, while looking at the street. Cut.

A small man sitting on the sofa is looking at her. His bald head shines with the lights of the room. He gets up and takes her hand kissing it. She pulls her hand away afterwards. He takes her to the sofa where he speaks for a while, always smiling. His tiny black eyes fixed on her. Her fingers keep fidgeting with one of the tears of her necklace. Her agent sends her nervous smiles while chatting with one of the men on the balcony. Cut.

The small man finally lets her go, holding her hand briefly once more. The bodyguard opens the door to them. Both the agent and the blonde walk slowly back to the blonde's room. She sits down and tries to take off her necklace again; the mirror shows that her hands are shaking. The agent stands behind her holding her hands for a second before taking the pendant off. He leaves it on the table in front of the mirror and starts massaging her shoulders but she pushes him away. She shouts at him and he leaves the room while the blonde covers her face with her hands and starts sobbing, the soft waves of her hair caressing her shoulders. The door closes. Cut.

© Chelo Cadavid 2015