Ferdy had returned from Santo Domingo where he was building the mansion of his dreams, and I was looking forward to seeing him again to tell him all the news about the Flamenco Dreams DVD and about my trip to Madrid and, as always, ask him for advice.
Ferdy invited me to dinner at his house, this time will be just two of us. Since the party where I almost lost my life because of tequila, I hadn't come back, but I had to get over it and accept.
As soon as I entered the living room, it was super strange, because I remembered a scene that I had never remembered before in which all the guests looked at me, some with faces of joy for having been born again, others with amazement, most of them talking to each other and a very special and beautiful one who looked very much like the famous Spanish actor Jordi Mollá, who shook my hand and accompanied me to sit on the sofa while telling me that I had won the lottery ... when Ferdy slapped me hard in front of my nose so that I would return to the reality of the moment and accompany him to the kitchen. Ferdy's way of cooking was like himself, always thinking of pleasing women with a spicy and sensual touch. Everything was delicious and he said that the woman always had to add the final touch to the sauce with the spice. That was the moment he liked the most, he would put the spoon in your mouth, and almost at the same time he would kiss you to try it together. And the truth is that that taste on the lips was unforgettable. Despite not being really handsome, he always managed to have all women by his side because of his sweetness and his enormous wisdom about life. Ferdy used to called me the blonde gypsy and I freed myself from his clutches by reminding him that being flamenco and Catholic, he had to respect me. But the real reason why I didn't want anything with him was that he had no hair and that for me was essential in a man.

As Ferdy always liked to play jokes and after dinner, he offered me a tequila, seeing my face, he assured me that at my age it was impossible to stop drinking good tequila and that I just had to learn the lesson and never confuse it with water again. He told me very excited that his neighbor Jordi Mollá, who just left his house, had given him that bottle that he bought when he was filming in Tijuana. So the scene I remembered when I entered was not a vision and Jordi Mollá was really at that party. What's more, he gave me his phone number and he told me that he was going to Madrid to shoot and to call him when he was in Madrid. It seemed like a dream because Jordi's blue eyes were surreal, the big screen did not do him justice and it was only in person that you could truly appreciate the intense blue full of light and water, it was like looking at a piece of ocean on a stormy night, illuminated by the full moon.
Getting fully into the subject of the DVD, Ferdy advised me to have a meeting at the film production company with the film director Enrique Cerezo, who had just been appointed President of Atlético de Madrid just a few months ago. They were super friends and knew each other from the film industry. Enrique Cerezo, every time he traveled to Los Angeles, he stayed at his house because he said that there he ate wonderfully and there were always beautiful girls. Ferdy did not travel much to Spain and when he did, he did not move in the field of offices and did not suffer the envy or the impediments that the secretariats of the powerful put you. I told him that it seemed like a wonderful idea to me but that giving me the phone number was not enough, because the secretary would have me for days or months, time that I did not have, waiting to find a hole in the President's agenda and that finally he would put me on a Very credible excuse and I would never have that meeting. Felix the Cat, who was what I called him affectionately, listened to me attentively and immediately asked me to bring him the phone that was in his bedroom, while he made some Margaritas and nervously touched his shiny and hydrated buddy bald head; —In Spain it is now noon and he will be about to leave the office so I am going to call and tell him that the beautiful Spanish artist and queen of flamenco will visit , that listen to you and take a look to the DVD that I film. They were talking for a long time and I took the opportunity to gossip about his agenda and see how many famous people he knew and with whom he had a very good friendship.

Enrique Cerezo producciones was on the outskirts of Madrid in the City of the Image and from my house in La Piovera, it took me a long time to arrive, but I was punctual as I learned to be in LA.
La secretaria salió a recibirme y me invitó a sentarme en el sofá que hay justo debajo de la escalera y desde donde se podía ver perfectamente a todos los empleados en el primer piso yendo de un lugar a otro por un pasillo interminable, entrando y saliendo de las oficinas hablando en voz alta y por supuesto observándome con gran curiosidad. Hasta que se asomó por la barandilla un hombre bajito de unos 55 años, con mucho pelo peinado hacia un lado y al verme me sonrió como si me conociera de toda la vida y bajo a buscarme. Siempre me quedé con la duda de saber si esa sonrisa fue provocada por algo que le dijera Ferdy o porque le gusté y quería ser simpático. Ya en su despacho y con el DVD de Flamenco Dreams en la mano, me dijo que le parecía muy interesante haberme conocido y que iba a valorar el producir una película sobre la historia que yo le había contado de cómo por culpa de Enrique Morente y Diego el Cigala en una noche de juerga, nace Flamenco Dreams. —¡Del Rastro de Madrid a Hollywood! Le dije yo toda emocionada.
He asked me if I had plans for that late night, because he wanted to invite me to the presentation of the movie "Bad Boys II" by Hollywood actor Will Smith, where Jordi Mollá played a cunning drug dealer ...
As I was close to Majadahonda, I had already arranged to eat at my godmother's house and she liked to do a long after-lunch talking about art and painting, fairies and angel sharks and then playing the piano, so I would finish quite late and the idea of going home, choosing clothes to wear, and getting ready quickly didn't feel like much. But while I was thinking all that, Enrique Cerezo called his secretary to give her the address of my house since himself would pick me up and we would arrive together to the presentation. Getting out of the same car as the President of Atlético de Madrid made me think of Ferdy and his advice, so I reacted immediately and accepted the invitation.
My best dresses were in LA and I didn't have time to go shopping, thank goodness I remembered a Dolce and Gabana dress that I wore at the party where I danced for the actor Andy Garcia, who was in Madrid to promote his latest movie and it was still at the cleaners.

Todos estábamos esperando a que llegaran los actores, especialmente Will Smith, mientras tanto los camareros no paraban de pasar bandejas con canapés que parecían estar riquísimos pero yo estaba llenísima de la comilona que me había dado con mi madrina. Muchas personas no dejaban de mirarme, una mujer bella de 30 años al lado de un poderoso  25 años mayor…esta claro que con la mentalidad española , no pensarían nada bueno. Hasta que llegaron los paparazzi a entrevistar a Cerezo y yo que estaba a su lado, saldría en la TV. Al instante sonó mi móvil y era mi hermano que es forofo del fútbol y que me estaba viendo en las noticias, para advertirme que tuviese cuidado. Si le hubiese hecho caso a mi madre y me hubiese desmayado delante de la prensa, ahora mismo no estaría escribiendo este capítulo porque sería famosa.
Después de recibir a los actores, los invitados pasaríamos a ver la película. Enrique Cerezo me preguntó que quería hacer, si irme a cenar con él o pasar juntos a ver la película, después de la advertencia de mi hermano y de lo  que mi intuición femenina me decía, decidí erróneamente quedarme a ver la película, por lo que Cerezo llamó a su chofer para que se marchara y que le llamaría al finalizar, o sea tres horas más tarde. La película empezó con un tiroteo que duró más de 25 minutos hasta que pronunciaron la primera palabra y los oídos me iban a estallar. Me estaba sintiendo incomoda , ese tipo de película no me gustaba y me estaban sonando las tripas de hambre. Le dije al oido al Presidente que prefería irme a cenar, pero él no se lo tomó muy bien y me dijo que ya le había dicho al chofer que se fuera y que no podíamos irnos. En ese momento, la Diva se apoderó de mí y le dije en inglés que no soportaba los tiros, que me dolía la cabeza , que tenia mucha hambre , que me dolían los pies de los tacones , que tenía frío y que iba a salir a pedir un ibuprofen y pedir que bajaran el aire acondicionado.

Ya no volví a entrar y esperé a que salieran todos. La pregunta de ¿que hubiese pasado si hubiese aceptado ir cenar con él ? me estaba torturando y me sentía fatal. Como buena luchadora , el DVD tenía que llegar lo más lejos posible y esa película hubiese sido crucial en mi carrera, pero mi dignidad era más importante .
I did not want to call a taxi and go alone because in the President's car, I had left a beautiful wild silk shawl that I was very fond of as a gift from my mother and a Louis Vuitton document bag full of important material that surely after all , I would never see again.

Enrique Cerezo left a little before the rest of the guests and found me outside the venue, he approached me and told me that the driver would arrive soon and that they would leave me at home first.
Serían casi las dos de la madrugada, para  llegar a la Piovera hay que pasar por la Calle Velázquez y Justo al pasar por delante del VIPS, no pude evitarlo y le dije al chofer como si fuese mío el coche, que parase que necesitaba comer algo porque me iba a desmayar, que pena que ese desmayo no lo vería nadie, y Enrique Cerezo por la amistad que nos unía con Ferdy tuvo que doblegar.
Entramos en el VIPS y solamente cené yo, cuando le pregunté que porque él no cenaba, me contestó que él nunca cenaba, ¿entonces? ¿Porqué me había invitado antes a cenar ? ¿Solo hubiese cenado yo ?  y mientras yo cenaba , ¿ él que haría?
Para fastidiarle un poco, pedí bastante comida y las famosas tortitas de postre que tardaron unos 20 minutos en salir recién hechas. Finalmente me dejaron en casa pero dos calles más abajo porque no quería que supieran exactamente donde vivía.