h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Eat? Drink?

Just ask! If I'm not around, Titania might help you. If she's not around, Juan is always here, making Paella, cleaning up and so on...

Juan: Hola!

*floating in, in her usual vague, elf-like manner*

Good morning Juan, Jaleo! *pets dog*

I could do with some breakfast - the usual please Juan...

*sits down by table, starts reading newspaper*

*sweeping in*

*noticing no one around right now*

*exit*

*looks up*

Oh! Must have missed Kristina...

Juan, could I have Sangria, please...

*experimenting with castañuelas, trying to click them*

*gives up*

It's much more difficult than you think, you know...

*gets up*

Jaleo, how about a long walk?

*drifts off, followed by dog wagging his tail*

*floating in, back from long autumn walk, followed by Jaleo*

Hola Juan! I'm starving, could I have some freshly made paella and a Y and a bottle of Rioja, por favor!

*starts lighting candles stuck in empty wine bottles on all the tables, before sitting down to eat*

Oh no, not again!

*noticing h2g2 slowing down considerably - again...*

*noticing artists on stage stop playing/dancing*

OK, whatever's going to happen, I think it will happen soon now!

*Kristina the Flamenco dancer entering the Tablao from private quarters*

*striding towards stage, ignoring anyone around*

*The artists on the stage, recognizing Kristina's mood, start preparations*

Guitar player no.1: ”trammm-tram-tram-trammmm”

Singer (warming up): ”Ayyy, aaaaayyy”

”Ay, Tarara loca, mueve la cintura para los muchachos de la aceituna
la Tarara, si
la Tarara, no
la Tarara, niña de mi corazon….”

*Kristina enters the stage, dressed in a sleevless dress made of red crushed velvet, tight-fitting body, voliminous skirts*

*red flowers in her tied-back hair*

*black ’zapatos de baile’ Flamenco dancing shoes*

*starts dancing slowly, posture proud, sweeping skirts, elegant twists of wrists, with fingers bent in classical Flamenco manner*

*increasing tempo, swirling around, skirts flying, clackering of toes and heels, black fire burning in her eyes*

*dance growing in passion, even more temperamental, eyes flashing*

*crescendo, pearls of sweat glistening at her temples, bosom heaving , frowning, dancing even more intensively*

*finale, and now the dance is:

- fiery
- vigorous
- bewitching
- passionate
- irresistable

and everybody watching feel as if they were in the middle of a thunderstorm, feeling the power, invading their heart and soul, calling for the hidden feelings from the dark dungeons of their souls*

*finishes off with a quadruple swirl, freezes, throws a blazing look across the room*

*Titania ducks, Jaleo ducks, Juan ducks*

*the look hits the picture of Spanish guitarist on other side of the room, causing it to drop down on floor with a *