Part Three
Ewan
I sat there, still hypnotised by both the emotion and frustration I had heard in Curt's voice, and also the longing which now coursed through my veins. Should I throw away my old life and toss aside everything I had known for 30 years? Or leave, just walk out of the bar and carry on with my life in the typical, expected manner, but throw away something I wanted more than anything I could remember, and what might be my chance of true escapism and happiness? I sat, torn between these two frames of mind, when Curt himself darted out into the crowd, obviously trying to remain unnoticed. He glanced around feverishly, looking for something - someone. Looking for… me? No, no, that wasn't possible. This man was a vision, an almost God-like creature, how could he ever feel anything for a mere mortal like myself?
Sighing, I tore my eyes away from him, trying to convince myself that if I didn't look at him, the insane feelings of longing and need would stop twisting up my insides. Of course, I was wrong. If anything they got worse, wondering what he was doing, who he was talking to, what he was saying. I gave up and turned round again, downing the rest of my Guinness, and noticed that he had edged ever so slightly closer to where I was sitting. My heart gave a wild leap of joy, which intensified thousands of times over when he glanced over at me and caught my eye again. Shying suddenly, I turned back to the bar to order another drink, and while my back was turned, I heard someone creep up behind me. I felt their hand on my shoulder, tracing its way down my bare arm to my palm, sending spasms of pleasure throughout my entire body. I suddenly felt like a small child, almost too scared to turn around in case it wasn't him. By the time I had, he was gone, and all I was left with was his profile, silhouetted against the smoke.
I felt like no way I ever had before: How is it possible that anyone could do this to me? My body ached with lust after one touch, and it was all I could do to restrain myself from running out of the bar and chasing after him. Every nerve in my body called out for him, but I couldn't follow him. For one, filming started the next day, and I had to sleep. So I hauled myself out of the bar and called a taxi, collapsing on the crappy bed back at my hotel, my head spinning with thoughts and emotions, but one sentence resounded over and over in my mind: I had to see him again.