The theater is almost full. I hear some spectators laughing, chatting, and waiting in a not calm way for the show they're waiting since a few months. From the backstage, I take a look at them. In the first row, there's a bunch of people well-dressed, from all ages, with the only common point a look of fortune. In the back rows, people only wear cheap t-shirt or other common clothes, trying to hide their look of misery.

Well, whatever social class they belong; the theatre is full, and that's the only thing that matters.

A hand arises on my shoulder. I turn around, it's just one of the stage technician. I don't remember his name, I admit that I don't even know if I've ever seen that guy, but in all cases, the guy's ugly. Yeah, he's even definitely too ugly to be forgotten, so it's sure that i've never seen him.

However, his hand on my shoulder wants to be comforting, and he accompanies it wih a smile, highlighting the ugliness of each piece of his bloody face, but he doesn't want to afraid, i can feel it.

"You should go see her. She seems very stressed."

Go see her ? But who's the ugly boy talking about ?

And it's only at this moment that my brain finally decided to remember me what the hell I am doing here. It's my girlfriend who's going to be on stage in a few minutes, and I'm only here to be with her and support her.

I put my hand on the hideous technician's shoulder in turn, smile to him like if i was saying "thanks ugly guy", then leave.

I hate ugly people. We're all the ugly of someone, but there's people that are objectively ugly, so much that their facial deformation is scandalous. It's true, when I see a man as ugly as this technician, I'm not only disgusted, but first of all, I'm sad. Sad for his parents, who had to raise this filth for many years, and love it even if it was ugly. Sad for the filth itself, who had to withstand mockery during all his school years, and finally sad for the people who are going to fuck with it, because that will mean that either they are as ugly as it, either that they fuck with anything. Anyway, this man made me sad, but I have to override my excessive compassion making me the goodest man in the world, because apparently, I have to support my girlfriend before she goes on stage.

Here we are, too much thinking about the other ugly man made me lost. I don't know where's my lover's dressing room.

Another technician walks near me, and I stop him. "Hey dude, you know where is the singer's dressing room ?" The guy turns around, and i said "Wahou". The guy is hot, really hot. He got the face of an angel, with blond hair sneaking around his eyes, and a presence making me questionning all the hours I have spent thinking about female bodies.

"At the end of the corridor, this way" says to me the beautiful Apollo, taking the situation to point to me the corridor, and this way making me notice the curve of his arm. God damn, this guy is beautiful, it is irritating. The ugly guys get us sad, but the beautiful guys get us... Well, they get us sad too. That's true, how can we be that insolent to show ourselves when we have a that pretty face, a that hot body. It's like if the guy was taking fun by remindig to you that you're not what's best in the "Human" category. We all try to struggle against reality to be a little confident, but those pretty assholes ruin all that with only a half-smile.

Angry, I get out to the corridor, without even saying thanks to the beauty. After all, when we're that pretty, we don't need courtesy.

This corridor is strange. First of all, it is excessively long, and , there's no door on the sides. I don't remember how's the building from the outside, but if there are walls that long that are not used, I'm not a pro-builder, but it's not very pragmatic. Well, let's go on, I see the door at the end.

After this strange crossing, I'm at the door. My girlfriend inside, but at this moment, I realize that I have no idea who is my girlfriend. What kind of boyfriend forget the girl he is with ?

But with an awesome kindness, the door in front of me exposes with big letters the name of the woman behind it. I read those letters, and see the name "Daenerys Targaryen". I have to admit that first, i felt a bit confused. As far as I remember, the named Daenerys Targaryen lives in a world far away from our, and above all, a world that doesn't exist. No, it's not possible. Why so much technicians would work diligently for the show of someone who does not exist, it makes no sense. The idea comes to me then, that it might be just an artistic name. The show is maybe a mise-en-scene where the fictive character would sing songs from his world. That's a pretty cool idea, don't you think ? But what's even cooler, is that it's my girl who's acting Daenerys Targaryen. A kind of pride suddenly comes to me, and while I smile at myself with a lot of self-sufficiency, another idea come to me ; that my girlfriend might be the actress known for the role of the fictive Queen ; Emilia Clarke.

Omigosh, Emilia Clarke, my girlfriend. No it's not possible, how could we have met ? And especially, how could I forget that I am with Emilia Clarke ? I think that when you're with a star, the world reminds it to you each day, so never I could have forget that.

Well, the conjecture starting to get me mad, I decide to move on. After all, it's my girlfriend, whoever she is, and I have to support her. So, I open the door.

She is here, her back to me, in front of her miror. Her silvered hair hanging along her chair, and while I'm shutting the door, she startles, turn around, smile to me, and gets closer with all her grace, giving me a "Oh, you are here." She hugs me, puts her head on my chest, squeezing me hardly against her.

"I'm afraid, Lucas. I don't know if I can do it."

She smells like orientals perfumes, which I only distinguish some cinnamon. She looks like exactly to the Daenerys from the TV show, acted by Emilia Clarke, but with the exact same costume. No more doutes are possible, I am the boyfriend of Emilia Clarke.

She loosens her embrace, and put his eyes into mine. She smiles, and a tear flows along her cheek. One thing's sure, she seems to love me. As for me, I just realize that I am with her, and with the will of being a good lover, I dry it, and smile back to her. But what the hell am I doing with her in her room ? Why don't I remember that I am with her, for Christ's sake.

And then, she kisses me. First suprized, I let her do because after all, it's not every day that you get kissed by Emilia Clarke. Well, yes, for me it must be something usual since a bit of time but I think it is the first time that I am really aware of it. Her kiss has something beastly, rough, like if she wasn't kissing like the other girls. Maybe it's the way we kiss in England.

A few minutes later, she came back to her chair. She calls two names, and two women with a spanish look flock to her, and start to brush her hair and prepare her jewels. Lightly clothed, they speak a kind of arab, mixed with some japanese. I shyly say to her "Hello", they smile at me bowing, and I don't know what t do. From her miror, Emilia says to me :

"Come close to me. I need you by my side."

I get close to her, and put my hands on her neck, watching her through the miror. With one of her hand, she touches mine, smiling a lot to me. "Do you think I am capable of it ?"

"Of course Emilia, that you're capable of that, as I say in attempt to comfort her, you have done things way bigger than that."

Her eyes show some suspicion. "Emilia" she asks to me. Her two assistants are looking at me with misunderstanding too, and I start to sweat. Did I just said the wrong name of my girlfriend ?

"Who's Emilia ?"

I babble. "Well... It's you, no ?" Atthis reply, the assistants stop their tasks, and one of them ask something in this arabic-japanese language to my actress, who answers to her in the same language, before that the two young ladies get out. Emilia, well, the one I called Emilia, gets up, and stands right in front of me.

- Why did you just call me Emilia ?

- I... I don't know.

- Don't you recognize me or what ? I am Daenerys, it's me. Don't you recognize me my love ?

I... How can I say that... Telling you that I don't understand at this moment would be low compared to what'sreality. Let's say that my brain slips away, and that at this moment, I don't know who I am aymore. I falter, sweat, and fall.

A few minutes later, I finally open my eyes. One of the Spanish-Arabic-Japanese girl is wetting my forehead, and in front of me, Emil... Daenerys is looking at me with worry. I stutter that I had an abscence, and that I don't feel very well.

"The blood of my blodd is going to get you back home, my love. I'll join you after the show, don't worry."

Someone knocks at the door. "Come in", says Daenerys, and I recognize the ugly technician's voice asking to my girlfriend to get on stage. "Give me a minute", asks Daenerys, and she dives agains her eyes into mine, touching my legs.

"You are going to get some rest, darling. It'll be allright for me, don't worry, get some reste, I don't want to loose you."

She kisses my forehead, and gets out, wither her two assistants. As for me, I just stay in my misunderstanding.

Half a hour later, a man with the same unclear origins than the assistants is transporting me on his horse. I get back a kind of lucidity, and note that we are riding across the streets of Lyon. "I'm in my town" says myself to myself, a bit reassured, but why in the hell is he transporting me with a horse ? Wouldn't a car be a better idea ?

I try to ask the rider, but he answers me with his strange language, so I decide to give up on talking.

He lets me in the small street where's my appartment, asking me a question that I don't understand. I tell him to give up, take my keys, come in, to finally get some rest.

When I get back home, I hear some voices. "My roommates, obviously", but t's non-other than my parents that I findin this place. My mum is in the bathroom, singing an Edith Piaf's song, while my dad is in one of my roommate's chamber, playing to his Xbox. I don't understand, and ask my dad what is he doing here.

- It's our place, son. Are you out of your mind or what ?

I sit next to him, watching him play. I still don't understand, but also have no more force to try it. " I have to tell you something, son" says my dad to me in a way that doesn't look like the way he usually talk. " This girl, Daenerys... You reaaly want to make your life with her ?"

- I... I don't know dad. I'm a bit lost those days...

- You wanna know what I think ? She is crazy. Her sayings make nonsense, and her desire to make war... You really want to follow her into that ?

- She's only an actress, dad. She's not a real queen.

- That's exactly what she wants you to believe.

Suddenly, I hear the bathroom's door getting open. My mum gets out, a towel around her body, another around her wet hair.

- Is your dad talking you badly about Daenerys again ?

- I'm not saying bullshit, I'm telling him the truth ! She's mad, and I have the right to warn my son that he is with a crazy bitch !

My mother frowns, and gets closer of us.

- What you're calling "madness", is only feminism ! She's not a pushover, and prefers to fight than being a victime ! You should be proud of your son instead of discourage him.

- You'll see, the day she's really gonna make her war and gonna get your son killed, your speech about this shitty feminism would change.

- Don't listen to your dad, son. Daenerys is a wonderful girl, and she's not crazy. Believe me, I know women, and I know how to recognize a crazy bitch when I see one !

My mother kissed me, then goes into my other roommate's room and closes the door. My dad gets back to his video games, mumbling blames on... The one who, apparently, is really my girlfriend.

Which one of my parents can I believe ? My dad is a sourpuss who gets mad about everything, and my mother is a crazy bitch, so how can I know if Daenerys is really the woman of my life ?

I had enough of all this. I tell my dad that I go to sleep, and let him with his childish video game.

My room looks like the one I had in memory. Good. I lounge on my bed, and let myself to Morpheus's arms.

The next day, I noticed that Daenerys never came. My parents have apparently moved, and give back their rooms to my roommates. As for myself, I have still understood nothing, and have tried to call my girlfriend, but in my phone, when I get to the "D" classification, I have only found some Dylan and David, but no Daenerys.