I remember thinking ‘who’s that cute girl boxing with her mom?’ I inhaled, surprised he’d been so direct. I let him in on the boxing coincidence, that I’d crashed one of my mom’s sessions while he was there, and a wolfish grin settled on his face. We’d run into each other several times over the years: at my family’s favorite brunch spot when I was a teenager at a tiny vegan restaurant and at my boxing studio.
#THE PERFECT ASSISTANT 2008 TRAILER MOVIE#
At least a salad?Īs I munched on undressed lettuce, the movie star told me I looked familiar. He’d ordered too much food and asked if I would join him for lunch. When my mentor saw us together she exclaimed, My two favorite people! They started raving about me, the movie star and the celebrity composer, causing my fragile self-esteem to soar. He seemed interested in me, a recent college graduate with no sign of a future beyond a carefully curated fitness Instagram. He asked what I was doing before introducing himself, as though the whole world didn’t know his name. I was perusing the bulletin board when I heard a voice behind me, an eerily familiar one. He smiled at me, and I smiled back: he was the most famous person in the room yet he was the only one looking at me rather than through me. I was a few hours into feeling acutely useless when I looked up and found the lead actor staring. So it was disconcerting when she barely acknowledged me during the meet-and-greet, disappearing without telling me what my work entailed. She had trusted me to care for Tony winners, promoted me to intern supervisor at my 20th birthday party, and believed in my writing when no one else did.
I’d been interning for my mentor since I was 19, working on a total of six productions together.
There has never been anything harder for me to write about than my experience on this show with this man: maybe you can make better sense of what happened than I can.ĭAY ONE: I arrived elegantly dressed, hoping to look grown-up and professional. This isn’t a story that can be wrapped neatly with a bow, which makes me afraid to tell it. That I spent a year and a half of my life convinced I was in love with him. I remind myself how much I started to want it, him. I tell myself what happened wasn’t that bad, that maybe I’m rewriting history. That seeing his name on a billboard or hearing his voice in a trailer can momentarily paralyze me. There’s so much I still don’t understand. I lost weight, my appetite, my self-worth. It was a real-life fairytale everyone I knew was entertained by. The president of the theater is my friend.
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