An interview with BC.
Chapter 2.
My voice went speechless and I cleared my throat. "Mr. Cumberbutt?"
The man in front of me straightened up. "Cumberbatch! It is actually Cumberbatch."
And then suddenly it all came to me. The british accent, the looks and the voice. The things I've read in the file, his eyes were supposed to be green, but as I stared at him I just couldn't define the color. His hair was black and pulled back into his neck. You could see that he had straightened it and that his usual structure was curly, because there was a part of small hair that could resist the wax.
Then his voice, Jane had written that he had a very deep, rough voice, which is the most important fact why he was cast as the dragon. And a part of me wanted him to whisper in my ear and read me a poem...
- But most importantly was the fact that I thought he was the most arrogant and rude person I've ever met. And he probably thought the same of me.
Mike's cough teared me out of my thoughts and brought me back into the real world.
"Should we start the interview then?" he asked.
Cumberbatch stared at me and didn't pull a face. He just looked at me as if I was mad and turned to Mike. "Why not. Let's get somewhere more quiet, shall we?"
His polite british accent made me almost vomit on his well tailored suit. His lanky, but muscular figure moved elegant through the crowd towards the stairs. He had one hand in his pocket and the other one held his black jacket. As we arrived at the conference room, Mike opened the door and we all stepped in. The whole room was designed like an old living room, with two vintage couches and a big chair, some plants and pictures.
Cumberbatch went for the couch, so I sat down on the big armchair in front of him. He carefully folded his jacket and put it beside him and looked over at me. Mike silently left the room and closed the door behind him. I took the file out of my bag and carefully pulled out the question sheet, so he wouldn't see the other pages.
"How about, we start off with a couple of questions about the movie and after that about your other work and coming activities?" I asked, trying to sound as nice as I could.
He laughed. "A bit overconfident for somebody who hasn't seen the movie uh?"
What on earth is wrong with this guy? It seems that he enjoys to provoke me.
"I would say it's more professional than you think." I responded calm. He didn't show any reaction to my answer or started another argument, so I went for the first question, which was written down on the paper.
"In 'The Hobbit' you play two different roles. First the Necromancer and then Smaug the dragon. Was it difficult for you two create a distinct difference between the two very distinguishing appearances and voices?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't try another stab into my self-conscience. And to my surprise, he didn't.
"Well, for the Necromancer Peter and I conceived the idea that I could talk in back-speech, so that was a lot different. But I also had a language teacher, who thought me some accents and we practiced a lot how to use my voice in different ways. For Smaug, the most important thing that helped me creating a very distinguishing tone, was actually the motion capture. That gave him some action and it was a lot easier for me to create such a bodied voice."
As he was talking, I realized the extraordinary shape of his face. It was something I had never seen before and it interested me in a very unordinary way. He talked some more about the movie and how he was very proud to be chosen as a character that he used to imagine as a kid. "You're participating in two upcoming movies '12 Years a Slave' and 'August: Osage County' and the third season of 'Sherlock' just came out. A lot of work for you, do you think that the year 2014 will be the same?"
He frowned. "I hope so, this year has been one of the most extraordinary, outstanding and exhilarating ones of my life. I had the pleasure to meet some great people and gain a lot of experience about who I am and who I want to be. It changed my view of the world. And yes, I hope the next year will be exactly like this one." A crook smile grew on his lips.
It was the first smile I had seen on him and to my sorrow, it was enchanting. But no! I wouldn't just let go of myself because some arrogant actor with a sexy appearance thinks he can have me. Cumberbatch had shown me his real side and I wouldn't forget it just because he showed me the nice one.
"I think we're done now." I hear myself saying emphatic. A mumbled 'thank you' was the last thing I said before raising from my chair.
"Excuse me?" his deep voice said.
Is he deaf? "I said, thank you."
He didn't look away and stared at me. "For what?"
"I don't know. Maybe for being an arrogant jerk the whole time or for insulting me because of my work. I really don't know." I said trying to hold his gaze.
His face moved some inches closer to mine. "What is wrong with you american people? Why do you always have to be so offensive?"
"Oh. British people are exactly the same."
" No, we're polite and courteous, we don't insult people all the time."
"Maybe you guys just don't have the guts for it." I said. " And by the way, your acting is crap."
He went speechless for a moment, which was my sign, I thought. I grabbed my bag and turned to the door. I was kind of happy with myself, for speaking up to him. But after a couple of steps, I heard him gasping.
Suddenly a hand pulled me back and smashed me against the wall.
It was Cumberbatch.
He pressed his whole body against me, so I couldn't move mine. I was so shocked that I didn't say a word. His right hand rested determining on my hip and his left one was pressed against the wall right next to my head. I risked a look at him and glanced into his eyes. In his expression I just couldn't read what he wanted. Then, his lips slowly began to move.
"Who do you think you are? Coming in here with your short dress and manners I should punish you for. And you have an attitude..." He whispered calm.
I just couldn't believe it, was he hitting on me or was he trying to kill me? Either way, the heat between our bodies was getting hotter every second.
"I..I...I just..." - Couldn't even form a sentence.
"Oh look at you, all hat and no cattle." he said surprised.
Finally my bones ignited and I tried to push him away. But his body was way stronger than I expected it to be, so he forced me right back to where I was.
His face moved closer to mine, our lips were just about to touch. My body tensed and I could smell his cologne, as his large hands traced their way over my hips. I desperately wanted him to kiss me, somehow he extremely turned me on and I had a deep desire to lose myself in him. As our lips were about to merge, he giggled and took a step back. The surprising look on my face must've been extremely amusing, because Cumberbatch's smirk turned into laughter. "What is so funny?" I asked annoyed.
"Did you really think I was going to kiss you?" he stopped laughing for a moment, waiting for my reaction.
I just couldn't believe it, what did he just say? He made fun of me. And I thought that he was attracted to me, how stupid. But I won't go down without a fight, he might have won this one. But he just started a war.
The room went silent for a moment and then I just did it, without thinking for a second.
I threw one arm around his neck, with the other one I pulled him towards me and turned so he was pushed against the wall. Surprised like I was a couple of seconds ago, he didn't try to resist. There wasn't any space between our bodies now and I stopped for a second. That's when I closed the gap between our lips within one swift moment. I felt the rush kicking in my veins and soon after the desire to punch the misery out of him. I fucking hate him, i've never met such a narcissistic and arrogant Mr. Know-It-All. But damn it all, that's when he pulled me closer and his lips hungrily reached out for mine.
