Two artists are in their dressing room. They are quietly getting ready to go on stage. They speak respectfully to one another in an exaggeratedly courteous tone, addressing each other formally. They discuss current events, life, their own lives; they know each other well. They savor the calm of this sheltered space, these precious, intimate moments. They allow themselves to ramble, stray, make things up, and talk nonsense. They improvise little songs, searching for the perfect rhyme or turn of phrase to make each other laugh and catch each other off guard. They let themselves say what they shouldn't, navigating between indecency, poetry, and self-mockery. They cast aside the decorum they may display in front of the audience. There's nothing like it for easing stage fright. Two artists are in their dressing room, gleefully delving into the unspeakable.
Source: Nantes Métropole