As I could guess, TT tried to censor my review, pretending in her last mail that SHE was supposed to do last week's report. Come on, there are some folks around there that clearly heard I was proudly and lazily volunteering last week to write one of the shortest sessions we had.
As everybody knows, there is a war coming, and it started the week before, when Anna announced (Machiavel is back) to the crowd she intends to retire next year. Of course, some of us are not foolish enough to believe her, it's of course the usual way to get the challenger express their ambition beforehand, let them fight together, and when the battlefield is clean, say, "oh, finally, I think I won't go to Australia". Needless to say Claude Guéant is also TT's private adviser.
Of course, that was too tempting for the candidates, and the next week, they were all in the place. Yeah, 14 people, a world premiere! And even everybody almost on time (but who truely believed William was really late?) .
And that was oh my god how funny.
Remember Florence, who used to play the very distinguished woman? As soon as the session started, she used our so necessary peaceful moment of warming-up to clearly enter the competition and pretend to be the next leader, a real hi-jacking I say, demagogy at its best, singing popular songs and seeking the youngest votes with no shame by encouraging the use of mushrooms in theatre. Vote-expanding mushroom, yeah.
Then, TT went on with testing each candidate's motivation and tricks. "Stand up here and watch the others during 30 seconds", and show me your true self, you, ambitious little froggies! This time, Farida was trapped. She looked at the froggies one by one, without shaking, without running from a face to another like the other pathetic candidates did, no, she was saying to the world: I'm strong, I have no fear, look at me in the eyes as I'm looking at you", and she was note shaking a single leap. She clearly won the contest but that's also where she failed. She was so triumphant that she couldn't resist the temptation of revealing how she cheated! People love to love leaders, but hate to look like fool. Until the end of the session, Farida tried by all means to get some popular agreement, but nobody was listening to her anymore. She even discredited herself more than ever when she tried to use the good old marketing of sex and assaulted Thibaut, the poor idiot of the group, in front of the dumbfounded crowd.
Did I mention Thibaut? Who would vote for a guy that is obviously crazy and even use "he" when he's talking about himself? I won't.
Do you remember Edgard Poe's hidden letter? If I were one of the candidates, I would keep an eye open when sleeping upon a blanket of flowers. William clearly announced how he'll get rid of his challengers. How did you think he could play so realisticly the coward poisoner?
Now Gloria is a serious candidate, see how she could move from tears to anger and joy? See also how she tried to intimidate the young Anaïs. Oh, but young Anaïs is maybe young, but she proudly resisted and sent Gloria packing while, hidden behind his newspaper, crafty Boubakar was watching the fight.
Then the dogs got more and more hungry. TT gave them a big bone to see how they pounce on it. The reading of Agatha Christie's play started. TT played with the nerves of the candidates, no cigarettes allowed, asking Badra to read in English, changing the roles every second minute, timing every word that was pronounced, reading all the stage directions, and at the end of the day, when everybody was exhausted, creating an awful cliffhanger without saying WHO would be murdered at the end of the second act (actually the 1st act, but TT likes to change the rules to disturb people).
Will TT's machiavellian plan succeed? Or will Paravicinus steel the trophee? After all, Victoire maybe deserve her beautiful name...