I work in the bookshop in the local village, which I have practically lived in for the entirety of my life. When I was younger, I used to sit amongst the shelves, absorbing every page. I love it, even the smell of books just lifts my spirit. I was arranging the Harry Potter books, as some (despicable, may I add) person had messed them around. "So.. you're a Potter boy then?" A soft voice drifted over from behind me. "Nah." I replied. As I turned around, I saw her face fall. "I'm more of a Malfoy kinda guy." I grinned at her, and her face lit up. Her smile was overwhelming, it filled me with joy, I returned her smile and we began to talk. We talked for hours, I abandoned my job, and I watched her giggle at my (pathetic, I thought) Harry Potter related jokes. When she laughed, her eyes sparkled. They were a deep golden brown, and her hair was a light, dusky blonde. She was beautiful. I recognised her, but I was not sure where from. A song came on the radio, which seemed to make her uncomfortable. She was silent all the way through, so I concentrated on the lyrics. It was beautiful, not exactly my kind of music, but beautiful all the same. I caught the lyrics of the chorus, but I did not hear much else. By the end of the song, I was able to sing 'Fame is just so over rated, I just want to be free. I just want a normal boy, to make my life complete.' "I hate listening to my own voice." She said quietly, but I did not quite catch on. "Umm.. well.. never mind." She stuttered, but she looked slightly pleased with how I did not understand. "Look, I .. I have to go. I need to go to work! I am just a little late." She giggled again. "Well, only by an hour or so." "Oh ok. Well, can I have your name?" I asked. "Well... I suppose you'd better work that out." She said with a smile on her face. She walked off, but after a few minutes she returned. "I forgot to give this back!" She walked swiftly off again. After she had gone, I noticed she had left a little note, the corner was poking out of the last page. I pulled it out, and realised it was not just a note, it was an envelope. On the front, 'Evans' was spiralled in a glittery pink pen. Confused, I opened it and there was some sort of pass inside. It read 'VIP pass for the set of 'Another Summer's Day' granted to you by Eva O'Brien.' On the reverse, in the same glittery pink pen, 'Call me 0778905674'. I stood there, feeling stupid. Eva O'Brien. Eva fricking O'Brien. I am such an idiot. Eva O'Brien is an actress and singer, who became famous through the teen show 'Eva a Star'. And she was in the bookshop. In my village. And I met her. And did not even recognise her. And she invited me to the set of her new movie. At 4:30 (half an hour early, may I add) I shut the shop and ran home. Grabbing my phone, I entered her number and rang straight away. "Hello?" A woman answered, but it was not Eva. Thinking she had set me up, I was about to call off when the woman continued "I am Eva O'Brien's manager, I am afraid Eva is not available at this moment. Would you like to leave a message with me?" I cleared my throat. "Yes please. My name is Oskar Evans..." "Evans, you say? Excuse me, Eva is available now." She said cheerfully, there was a quick scuffle sound as she passed the phone over. "Evans!" Eva said happily "how are you?" "I'm very good thanks, Professor just let me go. Are you in the home room?" I joked, and she giggled. "You could say so. So, you worked it out yet Evans?" "You could say so O'Brien." I joked. "Why do you say it like that? You badge said Evans.. isn't that your name?" "It is, but my name is Oskar Evans. So... Eva.. why didn't you tell me who you were before?" "I.. just.. can we discuss this tonight?" "What do you mean?" I asked, then I clicked. "You mean on a date?!" "Is that ok? Too quick?" Eva sounded worried, worried that she had rushed everything. I could see why, we had only just met. But I wanted to, so I agreed. "7:30? At my hotel?" "No problem. Where would that be exactly?" I asked. "The smaller one. It's cosy. Prefer it, I don't get noticed so well. No wifi though. You know the one I mean?" "Yeah. Yeah, I think so." We talked a little longer, but she had to go, so we reluctantly ended the call. When she hung up, I sat in my room and laughed. Cried. Screamed. Then I ran. I ran into the bottom of the field outside my garden. And screamed again. My mum walked into the garden to check if I was sane. She was disappointed. When I had got my full of acting like a hormonal teen, understanding how girls feel when this kind of thing happens to them, I went up to my room to get ready.