The night of the play

I see her everytime I go. She is always there, standing in the light glistening like a star. O how I do believe I have found my true love. I have not been living in Paris for more than a few weeks but I have been here long enough to know I have fallen in love. I see her at every play I have attended thus far. I belive her name is Roxanne, how beatuful. Anyway that night at the play was full of surprises. I met a man that night his name was Cyrano. He is a very elogent and poetic swordsman. It was not long after meeting Cyrano that I saw Roxanne. She was so beatiful that night. I saw her with another man. According to my good friend Ligniere, she was with Comte a man who wishes to wed Roxanne to his friend Vicomte de Valvert. I also came to an understanding that Roxanne is an intellectual. I could not bear hearing the news. It made me sad to know my true love is sought after by many others. I had to fight Valvert, there was no other choice. I needed to win the heart of Roxanne that very night. As I drew my glove to slap Valvert in the face a man grabbed my hand. It was a shadowy character. He told me that Ligniere was to be ambushed by a powerful man later that evening. I left the play in search of Ligiere. I foun no trace of him. Come to find out he went to Cyrano. Cyrano agreed to help him with his problem. I am really beginning to like this Cyrano fellow. He seems very genuine at heart.