Colin Firth - will he save me?

The BAFTA's

I really can't wait to finally get back among people. It will be my first public appearance since the Oscars three years ago. The limousine that takes me to the BAFTA Gala is over-timed. On the ride, I think of the many fans, some of whom are already at the barriers at dawn, just to be able to take a look at their idols. Will they still know me? 

Oh my God - I didn't expect that. I barely got out of the limousine and can hear them call my name. I give a few short interviews and then I go to the fans. So much warmth from everyone. They tell me that they are happy that I am back, want to take photos (I will probably have to get used to these selfies now). I really try to fulfill all autograph requests, give as many as possible answers to their questions.
Friendly I am asked to make my way slowly, I am already a little late - obviously I have a bit of a chat. So I make my way into the building, I look at the floor because I don't want to stumble over my dress. Suddenly I am stopped by a security employee. Apparently, photos are still being taken eagerly by a colleague standing in front of the BAFTA logo wall. Interested I lift my gaze and I already hear the photographers already call his name: Colin! OMG Colin Firth is actually only a few meters away from me. Damn - he doesn't look good, this man is something of hot in his black tuxedo. He is slightly taller than I thought, slightly thinner than I expected and has a radiance that immediately weighs a gentle tingle in my belly.

I really should work with him someday. But that doesn't count now, I have to try to make myself invisible and somehow smuggle myself inconspicuously past him. But just how? There is no way past the barrier. I briefly think about crawling across the carpet on all fours to avoid the cameras. But it would probably cause too much attention. So I jump from one leg to the other and try to catch a gap.
From the corner of my eye, I see that Colin's grin is getting wider and wider and he finally starts laughing. Oh no, he probably saw me. Well - there I stand now with my phenomenal red dress, which sits skin-tight and run red like a tomato, because Colin Firth makes fun of me. But Gentleman, which he seems to be really, beckons me to himself and says we could also take photos together now that we are here.

Wow the guy smells good. He puts his arm around my shoulder and I dare to put my hand on his hip. Somehow it feels familiar next to him. I look up at him and say, "Hey, nice to finally get to know you." Colin replies: "Yes, I thought you were always deliberately getting out of my way." Stop - is he flirting with me?

The press photographers can't get enough photos of us. Understandably, there are no photos of us together yet. The longer we stand side by side, the closer we get together. We both let it happen. I catch myself gently swipe my hand over his back. Colin, on the other hand, only moves his little finger over my shoulder blade. He is certainly aware that the journalists would ask questions if the would see this. Colin whispers to me, "I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind, but somehow I feel like we've known each other forever and my body just reacts to you. It feels so normal to touch you". I can't say anything other than "yes to me it feels the same, it's weird."

 I could have been standing with him forever, but we have to go into the Room. Oh no.. where do these stairs suddenly come from?  Colin notices my brief insecurity: "Your dress looks really phenomenal, but you should have chosen another one. Let's see how we get you up there". As soon as he says that he grabs my hand and leads me up the stairs. When we arrive in the foyer, my first thought is: don't let me go.

But the opposite is happening. His fingers intertwine with mine. He now stands in front of me and says, "We really should make a film together." And adds with a wink: "even if it's just a love comedy." Me: "Oh no, you've seen Graham's show?" Colin: "Yes, and I'm glad I'm your favorite Mr. Darcy." I'm just thinking about what it all means - I'm widowed, he's been divorced. We both deserve to have fun. So I get involved in the little flirtation with him. Colin stares at me all the time - as I know it from many of his films. Me: "a million for your thoughts". Him: "I'm feverishly considering whether it's your or my friends staring at us so intensely."

Less than 10 metres from us, they stood lined up at a standing table and looked over to us smiling: Gerard Butler (my best friend and Matilda's godfather), Stanley Tucci, Emma Thompson, Christoph Waltz and Tom Ford (who didn't really join us but something seemed to draw on a napkin). Me: "I think it's natural that they stare at us, after all, we're still holding hands." Colin: "That's true, maybe we should go over to them". 

Me:"Tom what are you drawing?" Tom:"A wedding dress". Me:"oh really - so who's getting married?" Christoph:"well you two turtle doves as you languishing". Emma looked quite dreamy and said jokingly: "I'm already thinking about what I'm going to wear to your wedding ceremony all the time. But i need to know when it will be?" Ok, our dear friends are obviously having fun with us. Suddenly Colin says, "in September."