His eyes looked upon the screen in horror as he watched the little blue bar make its journey across the screen, signaling the text was on it way.
“No, please no.” His voice cried out as his fingers scrambled around on the phone, desperately trying to stop the message from being sent.
But it was too late, it was delivered.
He looked upon the sent messaged mortified, frozen to his spot on the bed. His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he quickly sat up from his seated position. He threw down the phone in his hands, he couldn’t bare to look at it, to have his eyes laid upon his mistake.
“I remember the first time I saw Cate I was 13 years old and I went to the local movie theater to see ‘Elizabeth’. I remember when she came on screen. I can remember the feeling that washed over me seeing her with her piercingly blue eyes and her alabaster skin. Her ethereal grace and magnetism taking over the screen even in her silence, even in her stare. And from that day on, I remember following her and watching her, being seduced over and over with each performance. Each and every character distinct, wildly different from the next. I never knew what to expect from her. I could never predict a line or a feeling. I would go looking for Cate Blanchett but Cate Blanchett was never there. It was always someone else, someone new I had never seen before”—Rooney Mara