Dominique Besnehard

Late 1950s in France. One woman, two men. She, Eve Faugere, a glamorous diva at the peak of her career. The man, her husband, Maurice Faugere, an immense author who made her and propelled her for years to the firmament of the song. And finally the lover, Jean Leprat, her pianist who adores her and burns with passion for her. The atrocious poison of jealousy will consume them to the point of tragedy, the trap of a Machiavellian plot will take them all three. And she, the other one, the so pretty Florence, so fresh. This ambitious young singer, ready to do anything to overthrow the one she admires, is she not also caught in the trap of a diabolical game that is beyond her? Where does the danger come from? Who is orchestrating this fatal merry-go-round engraved in the vinyl of the brand new singles that brings its poisonous message every day? Who will die? Who will survive?

In Paris, France, a group of movie-star agents go about their lives and work, and they'll have to figure out how to carry on with the agency after the passing of their fearless leader. This hour-long drama plays out much like a soap opera, with more realistic problems and concerns. They don't do Olympic-size gymnastics to get you to believe a plot or to create drama.