Emily. That's it! That's right, I'm exhausted. And the headache in our business is caused more by the parents of children. Everyone has a lot of requirements, preferences, wishes, and even claims. For every parent, their baby is the best. So there is a squabble over who should play Pinocchio and who should play Malvina.
Leon. Theatrical affairs…
Emily. Some more!
Leon. And what about psychologists? Did you help?
Emily. I went around several specialists – but it's not the same. They say that finding a personal psychologist is as difficult as finding a husband or wife. You need to find the very person who will understand you, who will not treat you like a bargaining chip among other things, a stream of customers who will actually sincerely strive to help you and not just strive, but really help!
Leon. I agree with you, but where can I find such a person?
Emily. And you know, I seem to have met someone like that.
Leon. Come on!
Emily. Seriously. A friend has problems in her personal life, she was looking for a person who could fix everything. And found it! But not a psychologist, but better!
Leon. Better, how is it?
Emily. The specialist she signed up for is not called a psychologist, but a kayfologist!
Leon. A kayfologist? What nonsense, there is not even such a word!
Emily. Did not have. Now there is!
Leon. And… and what is he, this killjoy. Is he giving away highs? Teaches you a high life? Does it teach you how to get high from life? Such a message?
Emily. Sort of.
Leon. No, it's definitely some kind of charlatan. It's already clear.
Emily. But it's just not! A friend also treated this kayfologist with caution, asked me to go to an appointment with her, as a support.
Leon. But is it really possible? The conversation with the client happens one-on-one, right?
Emily. Strangely enough, he allowed it.
Leon. Is he? That is, the guy there sets his brain?
Emily. A man, yes.
Leon. So. Well, how is it?
Emily. We both left his office in complete delight, even, you won't believe it, hugged him goodbye.
Leon. Oh
, Emily. Yeah…
Leon. So you really got high talking to him?
Emily. To the fullest! I made an appointment with him too. I'm going the day after tomorrow, I couldn't before, he has a queue, and he himself is not always in the city. He often flies back and forth around the world.
Leon. Then I want to get to him too. Would you like to buy me a phone?
Emily. And… um… I'm sorry, I didn't understand. Do I need to give you my phone number? Or a kayfologist?
Leon. Both yours and his… If possible.
Emily thinks, looks at Leon and his playfully sly look.
Emily. Help yourself! Give me your phone, I'll write down both mine and his numbers.
Leon hands over his phone. Emily scores the numbers, they will explain where whose is. They smile, say goodbye, and disperse.
ZTM.
Scene 2. Emily's reception.
The office of a Kayfologist.
Under the explosive bright (preferably accompanied by lighting effects) musical accompaniment in the dance, Antoine comes out singing along to the sounding song. He dances and sings as if into a microphone into the neck of an open bottle of expensive cognac. His mood is great, he is all fresh, cheerful, open and attractive. He is wearing a bright stylish red shirt, otherwise not too strict style.
He is the master of the stage, he is the king of the world! But at the same time he is good-natured, unassuming and unobtrusive. Here you can even give someone from the audience a drink of cognac from a glass, into which Antoine publicly provocatively and seductively pours cognac. (Whether it will be real cognac or apple juice is up to the director to decide).
