Latif helped Javier up to the back and then he spoke to him: “Will you be my Juliet this time again?”
Javier nodded with his little rabbit head and Latif knelt down. He looked up to Javier and hold is hand up. Javier squealed quietly as Latif started:
Javier knew it was his part now and so he squealed again. And Latif replied and so they finished the whole scene. Latif took Javier in his arms and cuddled him a moment long. When he put the rabbit back in the cage, he gave him an extra carrot and added as always: “You are the best Juliet ever.” Then he left and usually didn’t come back till late at night. Javier glanced out of the cage, which was placed on a table near the window and surveyed the city. In the morning dust he saw the Eiffel appearing and on the balcony landed Mabel the dove. Tower
But Javier didn’t say a thing and still stared at the Eiffel. Tower
“One day,” he said after a while, “one day I will be on the stage of the Le Théâtre Anglais Royal and everybody will see me and everybody will applaud and I will be an acteur fameux.”
“Eh oui, mon ami. I don’t want to disappoint you, but I’ve never heard of a rabbit being on the stage of the Théâtre Anglais Royal or on any other stage in Paris.”
“But Latif told me, that I’m the best Juliet ever, so they need me.”
Mabel sighed. “I wish you luck mon ami. I will go now and see, if I find some breakfast in the Jardin des Tuileries.” Before Mabel left she pulled away the stick, which locked Javier’s cage so he could swing around in the apartment high above the streets of the city of love. Mabel soared away and Javier gave her a longingly look. He hoppled to the bookshelf and pulled out another edition of Shakespeare’s collected plays and transported it to the balcony where he started to read. He knew every play by heart, but he still couldn’t let go of this habit. Very carefully he turned the pages with his claws so he didn’t rip it. When he was at the second scene of the fourth act of Othello Javier winced.
Somebody was on the door. Somebody turned the key in the lock. And somebody came in. It was Latif. But what did he do here, it was way too early. Quickly Javier raced back to his cage and pretended to be the tame and good rabbit he usually was. Latif stormed in the apartment and kneed down in front of the cage, where Javier pretended to nipple on the carrot.
Desperately Latif reached up: "Javier...it is over." He sighed. Javier put up his ears. What happened, did the Theatre catch fire or did the premier minister prohibit acting?
"We can not do the premiere tonight; Belle ma Juliette became sick. She lost her voice."
Oh no, that was terrible. Every rehearsal would have been for nothing. Latif got up, touched his head and walked agitated in circles in the sunny living room.
"What can I do, what can I do?“ He whined. Javier couldn't bear that. He jumped out of the cage and up on the white chair, he even got up the seat back by himself. He squealed.
Latif paused instantly and looked at his rabbit. His eyes grew bigger and bigger and on his face appeared a wide smile.
"Javier," he shouted. "You! You are my salvation." And before Javier knew what happened, Latif stuffed him back in the cage and rushed the cage in his arms out of the apartment, down the five-hundred stairs and on to the street. Mabel, who just came back from breakfast looked puzzled down at what was happening. Latif put the cage on the front passenger's seat of his little Citroen, jumped in himself and started to the Théâtre Anglais Royal.
"Shakespeare isn't dead!" he shouted, when he walked in with the cage. The director, the prop man, the light men, the make up artist and all the actors, who were crying, turned around and stared with their red swollen eyes at Latif and Javier.
“Sacré bleu,” shouted the director and blew his nose with a white tissue hanging out of his black waistcoat. “Why do you bring this little carrot eater in our theatre? This place is only for real stars.”
“Javier is a real star, Monsieur Jeu. He will be a perfect Juliet. Just let me demonstrate.”
Latif took Javier out of his cage and carried him up the stage onto a balcony made of paper-mâché. Javier looked down to his master. His heart was beating fast like the flap of a hummingbird. Latif had chosen him to be his Juliet, the best Juliet ever. Now he needed to proof that he was worth it. He never would let his master down. And when Latif spoke his part Javier the rabbit missed not one cue. And when they were done there was a dead silence. Javier didn’t dare to move and suddenly a loud clapping started from the last tier. It was Monsieur Jeu. “Bravo! Bravo!” he shouted, “Javier you are employed!”
And so it happened, that Javier the white dwarf rabbit had his first grand entrance in the Théâtre Anglais Royal on this night in Paris. The audience was amazed and his rabbit heart was proud and happy as never before. He had five drops and the bath in the applause and the standing ovations made him to the happiest rabbit on earth. And somewhere in the audience he saw Mabel who applauded too and shouted something. The thunderous applause was so loud he had trouble to understand her. He put up his ears and finally he caught her word. “Wake up,” she yelled, “Wake up, mon ami.” He winced, blinked for a second and when he opened his eyes again, the dream was over. Sadly he realized, that he was still sitting on the balcony, the sun was already sinking under the horizon and dipped the sky in a wild mix of orange, red and purple. And the Shakespeare book was still on the second scene of the fourth act of Othello. Mabel sat on the balustrade and giggled.
“Eh mon ami, you were sleeping deep this time.”
“Then why did you wake me up?”
“I wanted to tell you that the premiere was a gigantesque success. Belle and Latif are the new stars of the Théâtre Anglais Royal. Oh she was such a wonderful Juliet.”
“Mhmm, thanks for telling me,” said Javier quietly and left in a huff back inside.