I clung to Tom's arm as he dragged me through the red carpet, ignoring the disappointed pleas from his fans.
"Tom! Tom, stop! Aren't you going to say hello? Hey! Tom!" The girls really did come here just to see him. I sighed and let go of his arm. Tom stopped abruptly and bore his blue eyes into my green ones.
"T, what are you doing?" He whispered low into my ear, "I can't go over there. You'll be swamped, darling." I put my hands on his lower back and gave him a shove in the screaming girls' general direction.
As soon as I turned to continue walking, interviewers were fighting for my attention every which way. Bright camera flashes in my face left me feeling disoriented. I began to panic.
'Maybe this was a bad idea,' I thought to myself as I tried to walk in what I thought was the right direction. I had not gotten two steps when I slammed into a rock-solid body. I immediately knew it was my saviour. He grabbed both my arms and gripped them tight.
"Come with me," his low Australian accent growled. It was almost a relief to hear my hometown hinted in his voice. He raced me into the theatre and I felt like Cinderella. Only with two shoes.
