The casting promised to be a success. Everyone was having fun, enjoying to the largest extent themselves and amicable production group.

A small guy sitting on a chair in a corner wearing a loose shirt, baggy jeans and a white smile was watching closely a girl sitting right opposite of him. She seemed a bit shy, but that only added to her strange prettiness. She was not tall, rather slim with slender legs, which were seen right down from her keens peeking out from under a streaming summer dress of flower pattern. The pale green of the dress suited her pale complexion, in contrast to which her lipstick was of bright red. Jaw-line-long blond hair, cut in a square somehow didn’t seem of her natural colour, but again, by some magic, suited her. Long bangs covered her forehead right up to her brows beneath which large brown eyes with long lashes shone with mischievous glitter. She in her turn, was engaged in casting occasional amused glances in the direction of the small guy, watching her. The guy intercepted her eyes and presented her one of his irresistible white-teeth smiles. His pale-grey eyes twinkled.

After the casting the guy seemed to gather his courage and stepped towards the girl who was about to leave the room. She was just a slight bit higher than him, wearing small-heeled shoos on her elegant legs in tan-colour stockings.

Err… would you join me for a drink? – He told to the surprised girl.

She appeared pleased by the proposal, but, seemingly wanting to mince a little like all girls do, squeaked in response:

I drink only water.

OK then, let it be water – sparkling, still, warm, cold, from a glass or from a goblet? It’s your choice! – his white teeth shone.

The girl appeared relaxed and returned his smile.

Of, that was an unforgettable evening! They drank water (and not only water of course), they chatted gaily and their cheeks went red with excitement. Once, the girl gave in to the urge and passed her long fingers through the short black hair of her accidental companion. But the time has a particularity to fly very quickly when you enjoy it. They were parting. And both of them knew they were parting forever. They didn’t even need to speak words, they saw it in each other’s eyes. Their looks told – no chances.

The girl returned to her place. She groaned wearily and threw her shoos out in a corner. Then she came up to the mirror.

My! What a day! See, what happens, when you’re making fun? – she asked her reflection. – To find the love of your life and to be obliged to refuse it! And why? Just because it happens to be a MAN! Life is so unfair!

The girl gave out a sigh, took a piece of cotton and wiped away her red lipstick. Then she rolled her tan-colour stockings down her slender legs. At last, she pulled the wig of her head, which revealed a short-cut dark hair and a long scar on her high forehead. Then, she dropped her dress and a fine-built young man appeared looking sadly at her from the mirror.

The guy walked home deep in thoughts. When he reached his apartment a girl called after him:

Hey, Alicia! Is that you? Why are you dressed up like a guy?

The girl (and now we know that she was a girl) turned quietly to her neighbour.

Well… wanted to have some fun… you know how much I like to play. But it seems this time I lost the game. And why? Just because the love of my life happened to be a GIRL! Should I change my gender, Stella? – the girl laughed, but her pale-grey eyes darkened.

And the moral is… and the moral is… and the moral is…

Never engage in a play if you’re not prepared to perform right up to the end.