Mentor (Johnny Depp)

Chapter 2

I continued to stare at the man in front of me. THE Johnny Depp was going to be my mentor. I couldn't believe it.

"You okay, love?" He asked
"Oh-uhm yes sorry, it's just... you're Johnny Depp." I said with a look of amazement.
"Yes I am, and you're Bianca Paiz" he laughed nonchalantly
"Oh right, I'm sorry" I said remembering my manners. "It's nice to meet you, Mr.Depp" I said reaching out to shake his hand.
"It's nice to meet you too, Miss. Paiz," he smiled, grabbing my hand. All I could focus on was how his warm rough hand wrapped around my cold soft hand.

"I must say Bianca, your work is very impressive, especially for such a young artist like yourself." Johnny said.
I blushed wildly, I can't believe he, of all people, liked my work.
"Thank you, Mr. Depp, it means a lot to have you as my mentor." I paused, "Mr.Depp?" I asked
"Yes love?" He said listening intently
It was the second time he called me love, and my heart skipped a beat each time.
"I don't mean to sound rude," I began, "but you're an actor, so I'm curious, how are you familiar with painting?" I tried my best to sound as respectful as possible.
"Well, I took up painting as one of my hobbies, and gradually I've become pretty good at it." He explained.
"Oh, that's cool," I said smiling at him

That's cool? that's seriously all I could say? God. I am so embarrassed. I just said "ThAtS CoOl" to Johnny fucking Depp. I stopped being so hard on myself after reasoning that after all, I've never been this close to a celebrity before, and I probably could've said much worse.

I still couldn't process that I was in the same car as Johnny Depp. I grew up watching his movies, Pirates of the Caribbean, Alice in Wonderland, Edward Scissorhands, etc. This man was the biggest heartthrob of the 80's/90's, and now here I am, breathing the same air as him. Suddenly it clicked.. "80's.. so that's what she meant!" I whispered remembering what Professor Diane had said.
"What was that hon?" Johnny turned look at me.
"No it was nothing, just thinking to myself" I laughed nervously.
His eyes turned down to my hands.
"Have you got a boyfriend back home?" Johnny asked.
"What? No." I replied, dumbfounded at how straight forward he was being.
"Sorry" he chuckled, "I just asked because I noticed the bouquet in your hands." He said motioning to the lavender.
"Oh right, no, these are from my best friend Ophelia, lavender helps with my nerves." I smiled down at the flowers, remembering her kind gesture.
"Really? Same here!" He beamed

I handed him a lavender from the bouquet,
"Here" I smiled as I handed him the flower
His fingers brushed against mine as he took the flower from my hand, he then held my hand with both of his hands and gave it a kiss, I felt my face warming up again.
"Thank you Bianca, you're very kind." He smiled up at me.
God, how am I going to survive a whole year with this gorgeous man as my mentor.
"We're here!" Johnny announced,
I stepped out of the car, and was taken a back by how enormous his house was. It was as big as a mansion, I didn't even know they made houses this big.
I made my way to the door step where Johnny stepped in front of me to open the door.
"Welcome home" he said, motioning me to enter.

I stepped into the foyer, admiring the structure of the house. It was so beautiful inside, very modern with marble accents on the counters and tabletops, and large windows along every wall. On my right was the living room, it was literally bigger than my studio apartment in Seattle. On my left was a large empty space, with only a grand piano in the middle of it.

"You play?" I asked him, skimming my fingers against the keys.
"A bit yes, I'm better at the guitar than I am at the piano." He chuckled
"I tried to learn guitar as a kid, but the strings would hurt my fingers, so I chose piano instead." I smiled, remembering when my dad showed me the guitar he had in the garage.

"Why don't you play something for me?" Johnny looked at me, with a kind expression on his face.
"O-Oh no, Mr. Depp, I haven't played since my sophomore year of high school, I doubt I remember much." I laughed nervously
"Oh come on, I'm sure you're not that bad" he smirked, "I'll tell you what, if you play a tune for me on the piano, I'll play a tune for you on my guitar."
I didn't feel like rejecting his request a second time, after all he was welcoming me into his home, I had to obey him.

"Well.. alright" I threw my hands up in defeat and made my way to the piano bench.
I never played professionally or got any lessons, I taught myself via Youtube, so I knew mostly pop songs. One of my favorites to play was "Falling" by Harry Styles. So I played a snippet of the intro.
"Wow, that was.." he paused, I looked at him intensely, trying to read his face.
"Beautiful" he continued, "absolutely amazing, you're a woman of many talents, Bianca."
I loved when he said my name, I loved how it sounded coming from him.

"Thank you, Mr. Depp" I said, I had a large grin on my face but I looked down so he couldn't see.
"You don't have to call me Mr. Depp, you can call me Johnny," he reassuringly squeezed my shoulder.
"Okay, well then, Johnny, it's your turn to hold up your end of the bargain," I grinned at him.
He let out a small laugh, and left to go up the stairs. He soon returned with a guitar in his hands.
"So, what shall I play for you love?" He asked me, as he settled himself in a chair in front of me.
"An original" I smiled

He began to play a melancholy tune. It was soft, and I could feel the emotion with each strum. I watched how his fingers swiped the strings, how his hands moved along the guitar. He looked so... sexy.. at that moment. Bianca. Stop no. He's your mentor and double your age, that's ridiculous, I thought to myself, shaking the thoughts from my head.

Johnny suddenly stopped playing.
"What? You don't like it?" He asked, sounding more hurt than offended.
"Oh, no!- i mean- yes, I loved it, I was just thinking how I could never play guitar the way you do." I explained,
a"Oh," He smiled, and let out a small sigh of relief. I wonder why he cared so much what I thought? He's a famous celebrity, who's accomplished much more than I did at 23.
"Well, I could teach you some day if you'd like" Johnny offered with a wink.
"Hmm, I might take you up on that" I said.

Johnny then took me on a house tour. He showed my all the rooms downstairs, the living room of course, and then there was the kitchen straight across from it, in the kitchen, next to the fridge was the door that led to the wine cellar in the basement. He had wines dating back to 1964.
He then showed me the office, which was the door to the right of the piano.

He then took me upstairs.
"This door over here is my room, if you ever need anything just knock," he said with a smile
"...and this room over here, is your room," He opened the door, and revealed a large room, modernly decorated, with dark green walls and a lighter green to contrast it.

The room even had its own full bathroom, I roamed my eyes around the room and noticed a box of tampons and pads sitting on top of the toilet. Johnny must've seen where my gaze had fixated at,
"I wasn't sure what you used, so I just got one of each." My face turned red, it was such a sweet motion, but I felt embarrassed nonetheless.
"Oh, thank you, Johnny, that's very considerate of you" I smiled
"Don't mention it" He said as he put his hand on my upper back.
I felt a wave of goosebumps throughout my body, I don't know why he made me so nervous.

There were large windows on the side of my bed. Johnny walked up to one of them and pointed to a shed that was in the large backyard.
"That little shed over there is where the magic of art happens, feel free to visit that shed at any hours of the day, creativity has no limit!" Johnny expressed
I had temporarily forgotten the reason why I was even here, I was so caught up in the fact that i was in the presence of Johnny fucking Depp!

"Oh wow!" Johnny said looking at his wrist watch, "It's getting late, you must be so tired, sorry darling I didn't mean to keep you up so late."
Oh it's no problem at all, I smirked to myself
"What was that?" he asked raising an eyebrow,
Damn, I said that out loud didn't I. Fuck.
"Oh, I just mean that it wasn't a problem because I'm not that tired" I lied, knowing that I was very tired.
"Well.. you should still get some sleep, tomorrow I want to show you around the city." Johnny smiled at me.

"Thank you for inviting me into your home, Johnny. I don't think I mentioned how excited I am to work with you." I beamed
"Don't thank me love, it's my pleasure." He casually put his hand on my arm, sending chills throughout my body. We stared at each other for a while, the silence loud but comfortable.

I blushed, "Goodnight Johnny, see you tomorrow"
"Goodnight Bianca, sleep well, I'm just down the hall if you need anything at all" he offered.
I watched at him as he walked out the room. Nice ass, I giggled to my self.
I packed away my clothes, and put on my pajamas, a simple set from ross.

I settled myself into the queen size bed, under the plush pink blankets, I imaged Johnny had picked them out.
I smiled at the thought of him trying to pick out the perfect comforter for me.
After a while of racing thoughts, they quieted down, and I fell asleep.
This was going to be an interesting year.