Charlotte is a first year at the prestigious Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts in London. Little does she know that inside these old walls not only her love for acting will grow.
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He is currently traveling the world to promote his film Only Lovers left Alive.
How I know that? Because the whole world seems to talk about him. He is on the radio, in magazines, not to mention plastered all over my Twitter feed.
I remember him talking about the project and his role. Filming already completed when we met. "It felt like we were making a love story between two quite sophisticated creatures, who happen to be vampires" he told me one time. "Its a wonderful prism from which to explore immortality".
Back than I was awestruck when he spoke of his approach to the role and the film itself.
Now I loathe him for doing a Jim Jarmusch film. The American being one of my favorite directors of independent film.
And I loathe him for using Syd Barrett as inspiration for his character Adam. Syd Barrett. The crazy diamond himself, that together with Pink Floyd shines so bright in my life.
But most of all I loathed him, when my classmates dragged me to the cinema tonight to watch it.
"He has been our mentor" they said to me "of course we have to go".
I don't know how they felt watching the film, not having confessed their love to the male lead. I just felt awkward and tried my hardest not to let anyone notice how uncomfortable I was.
But as much as I want to say different, the film was outstanding. He was outstanding.
Of course he was. I expected him to deliver another great performance. But what he came up with exceeded all my expectations and just raised the bar of how a role can be approached. Hamlet, as played by Syd Barrett. How is it even possible to come up with this combination?
His tortured antihero painfully beautiful. Captivated by Shakespearean angst. The struggle with darkness and immortality illustrated in such an intellectual, sensual, vulnerable and passionate way, it takes your breath away.
I am knackered when I get home. The trip to the cinema disturbing and exhausting.
I drop my stuff by my bed and fall face first on the soft mattress.
The last weeks have been excruciating. The lack of sleep is definitely taking it's toll. No matter how tired I am when I get in, I am tossing and turning all night.
I successfully convinced my classmates, that I am just a bit under the weather. So it didn't take long for them to look past the circles around my eyes, the pale face or the clothes hanging loose off my body.
With Jules it has been a different story. She is certainly on my case. Knowing the whole story, I cannot fool her. And she is having none of my excuses, cooking for me every night and buying herbal tea after herbal tea to help with the sleep loss.
"Char" she shouts from the kitchen.
Talking of the devil I think to myself with a smile. I know she wants the best for me and I couldn't be happier to have her in my life.
"Coming" I shout through the closed door and summen my energy to get out of bed.
Sitting down at the kitchen table, I thank Jules for yet another much needed home cooked meal.
"There might have been a phone call for you today" Jules says, handing me a bottle of beer.
"There might have been or there actually was?" I look up from my plate laughing.
"There was a phone call"
"Who was it?"
"It might have been you know" waving her hands around in front of her face. "He who must not be named". I'm lost.
"So Voldemort called? Did he want to invite me to dinner or just say hello?" I laugh at my own joke. She usually ain't the type to hum and haw.
Suddenly it hits me. Who must not be named. Of course, Tom. How dare he call here? How dare he contacting me at all? And why does he call on the same day I went to watch his new film?
Jules watches me carefully as realization strikes. Probably waiting for the beer bottle to burst into thousand pieces against the wall.
"What did he want?" I take a large sip from the bottle.
"Don't know, it was quite a short conversation" she giggles.
The joke is lost on me. I shoot her a glare.
"What did you say Jules"
"Do you want the exact wording or the circumscription?" she grins.
"Jules, just tell me. What did you say?"
"I might have told him to go fuck himself and hung up" she says proud.
Motionless I stare at her. Seconds pass. Her expression turns serious. She opens her mouth to explain herself, when I burst into laughter.
"You told him to go fuck himself?" laughing so hard, tears build up in my eyes.
"Yep" she starts cracking up too.
"You told Thomas William Hiddleston aka Hollywood Superstar to go fuck himself. That must be the funniest thing I have ever heard" still laughing, I wipe the tears from my cheeks.
"No one fucks with my girl" She winks, opening two new bottles for us.
"Way to go Jules, way to go" I take the bottle raising it in her direction.
When I closed the door to my room I walk straight to the record collection on the far corner. I can't recall a time where I felt a bigger need to listen to Pink Floyd than tonight.
Scanning through the covers my finger stops on a worn out copy of Dark Side of the Moon. Sliding it out of the shelf, I place the record on the player, letting the needle drop.
With the first tones of Speak to me blaring out of my headphones, I fall onto the bed and into a trance.
