Dead Acting part 2

Dead Acting part 21

A day before the premiere, the news broke out that the films leading role, actor Hendrew Livingston had died. Frozen in time i stood in front of the TV unable to move. TV reporters and camera crews were already at the crash scene. This film was going to take his career in a completely new direction. Fans had turned up to his birth place to pay their respects and tributes. My heart just sank into oblivion. I was more determined to attend the premier no matter what.2

Walking up the road a limousine pulls up to the curb. Interesting i thought as i carried on walking. Waiting at the bus stop the limo drives up beside me.
"Hey, i don't suppose you need a ride anywhere", a softly spoken voice fills my ears.
"Sure", i replied as i held my arm up to shield my eyes from the sun. I didn't usually get into cars with strangers, maybe this was an exception. Buckling my seat belt i turn to the man. My eyes were in ore, it couldn't be him no way.
"So, where are you heading to "? he speaks nervously , his thumbs playing chase with each other.
"Your meant to dead", my words going shaky.
"Yeah, so i heard," his eyebrows raised as he lets out a cheesy grin.
Was i on some kind of dementia or some weird acid trip. This man sat next to me is dead, i saw it on the news, in the papers, so why on earth am i sat next to him.3

"So where am i taking you" he speaks.
Grinning i say " I'm going to the premiere of your film" my nerves a cimbo.
"Mind if i join you", he says
"Sure", have i really lost my marble i thought.4


Pulling up outside the cinema the driver gets out and opens the door. Hendrew climbs out. Fans are screaming at the actors who stroll the red carpet, posing for photographers in their designer gear. As we walk towards the entrance no one notices Hendrew, it's like hes invisible.
The hairs on my whole body just stand on end.5

Purchasing the tickets we walk through the doors and find a good spot, upper middle row H. I turn to Hendrew. He's sat in pure delight to reveal to the world his splendid art. Glancing down at me he winks. The lights fade out and the music beings for the trailers.
"Here we go", Hendrew shouts as he shuffles in his seat to get
comfy.6

"By the way, i loved the review", still smiling from ear to ear.
"Thanks", i reply and as i turn to him, Hendew is no where to be seen.7

His dedication was shown in his work, he belonged in the spotlight but mire importantly Hendrew Livingston was dead but he sure made his mark on the fans, the media and myself.