I wrote a 40 pages play about our 3 week relationship titled "From love, protests and other drugs". Our sunset is inspired by him. The following is an excerpt:
Tori and Erill are in her bedroom. The room is small and cozy, with a hippie vibe to it. Erill and Tori in bed laying face to face with the lights off.
Erill: are you okay after tonight?
Tori: I’m fine. I just wish things were different.
Erill: I know, but it’s brave that you’re marching and standing up against them.
Tori: not really… I didn’t even tell my parents I was protesting because they would disown me… I live a life of privilege, I study in a private very expensive university, I party all the time, I shop… its not fair to everyone else who really is struggling.
Erill: you can’t hate yourself for being lucky… maybe you’ve done some really good things and its all coming back to you now… like karma.
Victoria: yeah ,
She chuckles.
in my past life maybe.
Erill: stop…
He starts kissing her in a ticklish way all over her body. She starts laughing hysterically because she is very ticklish.
Victoria: stoooop!
Erill: I will stop if we play dumb third grade games.
Victoria: aaaa, now you like them?!
Erill: Just with you, in bed, preferably naked.
Victoria: all right. What you got for me?
Erill: Who's your favorite artist?
Victoria: Lady Gaga, yours?
Erill: Red Hot Chili Peppers, probably. What’s your favorite?
food?
Victoria: Italian, yours?
Erill: Thai.
Victoria: What’s your dream?
Erill: My dream?
Victoria: Yeah! If you had all the money and time and
possibilities and could do absolutely anything.
Erill: It’s a strangely hard to answer question, but… I
would be a guitar player in a band, just making music
all day.
Victoria: I am love musicians.
Erill:I can see that.
Victoria: shut up.
Erill: What’s your dream then?
Victoria: To win an Oscar and be a famous actress, director,
screenwriter, everything.
Erill: Pretty big dreams.
Victoria: Yeah, dreaming is free… so, topic change! do you have a type?
Erill: Type of girl?
Victoria: Yeah.
Erill: Mmm not really… I like girls from different cultures as
mine, that can challenge me.
Victoria: And looks?
Erill: All my girlfriends look totally different, so I guess I
don’t care about looks. What about you?
Victoria: foreign skinny boys who
play the guitar and look like they’re dying.
Erill: I look like I’m dying?!
Victoria laughs.
Victoria: Don’t worry I’m joking. It’s a meme, from Timothée Chalamet. And you’re not
fully my type. You’re athletic and you don’t look like a drug
addict… just, maybe casual coke user.
Erill: You little shit. So, what’s
wrong with Colombian boys?
She stops laughing. She looks nervous and like she is trying to talk but the words can’t come out.
Victoria: I don’t have
too much experience dating Colombian boys but… I… I was raped by one, when I was 17,
in my hometown.
He opens his eyes and then closes them with sadness. He hugs her and kisses her on the forehead.
Erill: I’m really sorry. No one deserves to go through that.
Come here.
He pulls her completely into his chest and they just hug for a while.
Frodi and me at the November 2019 protests
