Anne ran up the six flights of stairs, jumping two at a time sometimes, finally she got to the door, and after fiddling with the key for five minutes, opened it. She ran in, flung her satchel down and called her mother, who lived in a small town near Paris, France.
"Allo" said her mothers voice.
"Bon Soir, maman, vous ne le croire, je suis une actrice, je suis aller pore etre dans un jeu et je rencontrer un homme, qui je etre aller pour voir encore demain, et je suis trés passionnante!"
"Un homme? Tu es intéressé, n'est-ce pas?
"Oui"
"Bonne chance, Anne je t'aime"
"Et je t'aime méré"
"Aurevoir pour maintenant"
"Aurevoir"
Anne clicked down the phone receiver and ran over to the window, she opened it up and let the cool evening air come in. She jumped onto her bed and kicked off her shoes, she suddenly realized that all she was thinking about was Michael, Michael Michael Michael Michael MICHAEL!!!!!!!!!!!! She was in love. She hoped he was in love with her, suddenly for once in her life she cared about how she looked, she looked in the mirror, and surveyed herself, she was alright. Then she out-right laughed, she hoped he was thinking about her. Then she flipped onto her bed again and picked up a well-worn copy of "Pride and Predjudice" and became engrossed in Elizabeth's love troubles for a while.