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Scene one
Glasses clinking, chattering voices, and red lips pouting in soft blue lighting. Kisses, hugs, and pleasantries were warmly exchanged. The evening is young and radiant. The air smells of a blend of cologne oozing from sleek dresses and sharp tuxedos. Soft rhythm consumes the art gallery. Arman proudly has his best works hanging on the silver terracotta walls of the gallery. He chose the day of love, 14th February for his exhibition. Claire is just standing in the corner mesmerized by a painting.
Arman: There is just something about the stars that make you fall in love with them, right? Are you here alone without a date?
Arman leisurely walks toward Claire holding a cup of hot coffee.
Claire: Date? Here! I came here for this portrait precisely. The painting of a man with stars in place of his face captures my dreams. My dream man. It is like the artist lives inside my head. I think I've been entranced. It looks so simple yet so delicate. the artist captures the essence. I fell in love with stars the first time I saw a shooting star. Right there I made a wish to be with one. I know you think I'm crazy.
Claire is smiling and not paying any attention to Arman anymore. It is like she is lost in the portrait.
Arman: I know this painting is genius but the way you capture these words with emotions is out of this world I must confess. Many breathtaking women like yourself but none with such mystery. I don't think you are crazy. I think you are an enigma.
Claire: Come closer. Would you like to hear a secret? I've been with this faceless man in my dreams. All I saw were twinkling stars when I held him. Holding him again would be my greatest valentines gift. Why coffee tonight? Why not red wine like the rest of them?
Claire finally looks at Arman’s face.
Arman: Coffee on valentines day is the elixir to a memorable night. I'll leave you to the mystery man. Perhaps you might just get your wish. I'm Arman by the way. The “artist”. I breathe life into my creation.
Arman smiles as Claire becomes washed with surprise. She is shocked to find that Arman is the artist that lives inside her head.
Scene two
The light goes off and the soft sound of melody fills the air. The light comes back on to reveal ladies and gentlemen in pairs taking the center stage. Claire, oblivious to her surrounding is still consumed by the mystery man's portrait. A tall gentleman approaches her.
Celestine: I'm Celestine. May I have this dance, my lady?
Claire: You look dashing. You have earned me my hand.
Claire and Celestine join in on the dance floor
Celestine: You dance so well for a woman who prefers to muse over paintings.
Claire: I took your hands because your voice sounds so close and familiar. Like I've felt you before. But now, I feel something different and profound. It is as though I've known you all my life. Do you feel what I feel? It is magical. This is surreal.
Claire rests her head on Arman's shoulder and locks hands with him. She takes him in. He is like everything she had dreamed of. Jolts of electricity surge through her body from his.
Arman: Surreal? Yes. Maybe I'm not even here Claire. Or maybe like these paintings, I am just a work of art that's breathing. Perhaps I only exist in your head. But take this moment with you for a lifetime.
Claire lifts her head to look at Celestine’s face. His words are starting to come together. She only sees stars and the human standing in front of her was slowly dematerializing into scintillating stardust that slipped through her fingers. Claire looks at the portrait again. It's blank with only a frame on the wall. Her eyes search for Arman. He smiles and raises his cup of coffee. The Elixir. Claire, feeling exhilarated smiles back at Arman.