We agreed to meet a friend near a small shopping center. I approach, I see a crowd of people with a camera, a microphone and equipment. I see a man in a good costume coming out of the TC, next to a girl in a bright solid dress. The actors apparently. They go out, stop, find out the relationship, here the actor has an attack, he falls. I don’t like the new director. They go out again, talk again, the actor falls again. At the shooting, the equipment is cleaned, rehearsed without it, pulled off. I see a friend approaching. With poor vision, he goes crazy, sees nothing around, notices me, takes a directive, fits. We communicate and I monitor what is happening. Again the actors come out, they begin to speak, I give out: "Serge, see, what I am deceiving, that man will have an attack," I stretch out my hand toward the person, a couple of magical movements and he falls. The girl next to him pumps, I hold my hand stretched out, a friend in shock. Here I say, ‘Okay, live,’ I lower my hand, the actor rises up and smiles. The curtain.