Two
Burberry
Joe was always an early bird, and most times, this was always a good thing as he always made managing him a bliss.
He came early for meetings and he came early for auditions, but watching him stand and watch the artifacts at the metropolitan museum of art because he came too early broke my heart into a million pieces for reasons I couldn't quite understand. He was a rare phenomenal act, he was devilishly handsome and most importantly he was a good kid; I couldn't quite place my hand on the reason why Hollywood was hell-bent on kicking him behind the scenes like he was a wannabe movie star; He wasn't.
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I'll never forget the first time I met Joe Alwyn nor the first day I watched him perform at one of the numerous private auctions I went to scout at Madison Square. I watched this tall-blonde blue-eyed angel walk into the room looking like a wizard who knew all our darkest thoughts, he bought all of my attention that afternoon.
"That one is going to be iconic...take it from me," I whispered to Antoinette who was too stunned by Joe's act to even nod her head.
I walked over to him that afternoon with the brightest smile on my face.
"Hi, I'm Charlie and I would love to be part of your iconic history." I smiled with an extended hand.
There's one thing about Joe that captures the souls of everyone who's ever had the fortune of encountering him: his polite confidence. He displayed this side of him when he took my hands so passionately yet confidently with a smile on his face saying, "I'm glad you saw the light. Not a lot of people see real talent these days.". Now tell me, how do you ever forget a person like that?
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"I still don't understand why we're here 2 hours earlier than the red carpet, Joe," I grumbled as I motioned toward the guy who looked lost in one of the artworks: it was an oil painting of a blonde girl which looked like it was cut into different parts like a jigsaw puzzle if you looked closely and longer; the artist's name was too tiny to remember.
"Gorgeous, innit?" he smiled happily at the painting, smacking me in excitement. This was Joe, a real art lover, one of the few people I knew who were particular and in love with the arts.
"Yeah...nice." I nodded, taking my eyes away from the artwork. "So, this is why we're here?...2 hours early?"
"Yes man, this is why anyone worth inviting should be here. For the arts, not the damned red carpets, who gives a bloody hoot about that?" He spitted in his London accent. "…breaks my heart when the new generation monetizes things that were created to simply be appreciated; I mean, take a good look at this work of art, Charlie, not a lot of the celebrities coming would give a bloody hoot about this masterpiece, damn it if they gave a hoot about any art piece. They all want to show their overpriced and unique fashion pieces and take nice Instagram pictures and connect with other celebrities, that is all, Charlie." he rolled his eyes, obviously in his feelings and I couldn't help but laugh at the certain way in which he pronounced some particular words with disgust.
"It's showbiz, Joe. That's how it is." I shrugged and patted him playfully to calm him down.
"No!, it's nonsense, that's for sure. Acting itself is art and the only reason I attended was to connect with other artists not...other...showbiz people." he grunted. "I just want to enjoy the art."
"I understand you Joe, I really do. Just promise me you'll take a few pictures on the red carpet, It'll be good for publicity."
"Whatever man," he waved me off with a smile on his face before pausing to look at me with a confused expression on his handsome face, "...what designer am I wearing again? I don't want to look stupid on the red carpet," he asked, Itching his head like a little boy.
"Burberry, Joseph. You're putting on a freaking $3,000 custom-made Burberry suit. I can write it down on your palm if you think you'll forget it."
"Nah man, I got it. Burberry right?" he asked and I smiled as I watched him repeat the words Burberry like a little boy on his first errand.
"Dont worry, I'll be there to remind you anyway," I added and the look of relief on his face was priceless.
"That would be nice." he laughed.
"So, you still intend to pitch to the producers on Larry's list, or are you going to leave that to me as usual?" I asked, already knowing what the answer was going to be.
"I'm an actor, Charlie, not a marketer. The only place pitching my career to any producer in Hollywood is going to lead me to, is their beds, and we both know I'm not about that life." he gave an evil grin before leaning to check out another artwork. "Magnificent!," he remarked with a chef's kiss.
"Just promise me you'll try to be seen with a beautiful model at least. Larry would have my brains for dinner if we come up with nothing good enough for publicity tomorrow.
"That shouldn't be a problem...I mean, if my buzzcut doesn't scare them all away, anyway." he laughed while patting his ridiculous hairstyle playfully.
"What were you even thinking?" I shook my head in frustration.
"Trust me, it was better in my head than...this." he laughed. "But c'mon, it's not that bad?" he said excitedly trying to tickle me. I ended up laughing at the end and typical Joe ended up interesting me with some amazing paintings until we were informed that the red carpet was about to commence and we then had to be escorted out of the museum.
"Are you ready?" I asked him playfully.
"Burberry." he replied with a wink.
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