“What a terrific performance,” Mr. Wonderful said folding a coat over his arm. I nodded.
“He said to meet him after the show,” I said exiting the theater for the lobby.
“Then we’ll meet him now.”
What if he’s not cool?”
“Then he’s a fool.”
“What do you think he’ll be like?” I said biting a fingernail.
“… A human being.”
“He said to meet him after the show,” I said exiting the theater for the lobby.
“Then we’ll meet him now.”
What if he’s not cool?”
“Then he’s a fool.”
“What do you think he’ll be like?” I said biting a fingernail.
“… A human being.”
As a girl I read a lot of books: Ethan Frome, O Pioneers! and that feel-good Orwellian comedy, 1984. I also read my fair share of 19th century English literature, namely: Jane Austen, E.M. Forster and more Jane Austen. After all, who doesn’t love Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy? I dare say, Mis-ter Dar-cy.
Through our talks about my project, Julian had invited Mr. Wonderful and me to visit him after the Pinter show in the theater's reception room. After a tour de force performance of Pinter, Julian was still on and working the room; saying witty things to theater patrons, fans and moi. (Although I'm both a theater patron and a fan.) Through it all he was still so humble and pleasant. If all movie stars--and people--were like him the world would be a better place.
Although the project I was working on did not work the way I wished it had, I got to talk to and hug a movie star whom Mr. Wonderful called “a... human being.” And I called “a fantastic... human being”.
It was better than talking to "George @#$% Emerson"... Almost.
"A Celebration of Harold Pinter" is traveling throughout the country. If it comes to your town, do yourself a favor and see it.
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