It seemed that I was in some kind of a big house where a lot of people went back and forth all the time. Some faces were familiar to me, others were not. Suddenly, someone said that Jeremy Northam is going to be here after the filming, which took place not far from the house. I went out to the patio from the kitchen and saw a group of people related to the filmmakers. They were talking among themselves, and I overheard that Jeremy will probably be interviewed for some TV channel. I could not believe my ears and ran back into the house to find Jeremy’s photos, on which he could sign his autograph. I knew the pictures were somewhere in the house but couldn’t find them. Soon I heard the cries that Jeremy is here. I quickly went to the patio and saw him standing with the crew. I felt very excited seeing him standing two feet away from me. He was speaking softly, slightly smiling. He was very handsome in a black turtleneck. I decided to go back in the house and look for his pictures again. I would love to have them autographed by my favorite actor. I was panicking in the house, angry that I couldn’t find them. And so a few times, I ran in and out. I wanted to both see him and find something, didn’t matter what, for an autograph. I was like a madwoman who tossed herself back and forth. And when I once again began to look for at least a piece of paper for an autograph, I heard that Jeremy was gone. I ran out to the patio fully confused. He was no longer there. I blamed myself for being tempted to get an autograph from Jeremy. Instead of that, I should have just stood there and stared at him.
After some time, one woman said that Jeremy has already given an interview in one of the rooms of the house. I managed to find that room. Jeremy was sitting in a big armchair answering questions in his usual calm manner. What a fool you had to be, to go back looking for a piece of paper again, instead of listening to the interview. But I was this fool. And bustle began again. I was afraid that once again I will not have time to hear Jeremy, but it didn’t stop me from the desire to find something for an autograph. Soon after the shooting was over, and having not heard the interview with Jeremy, I reproached myself for my fussiness. My favorite actor was so close to me, and I was not really able to listen to him. I went out onto the patio and sat down on a chair. I wanted to cry.
Suddenly, I saw Jeremy with a small group of people going in the direction of the set. As he passed me, I got up and ran towards him. I grabbed his hand. He got slightly frightened, seeing my desperate state. He did not want to stop. He frowned a little and wanted to pull his hand back. But I held on tight and told him: “Do not be afraid of me, Jeremy, I'm not crazy, I'm just the greatest fan of yours ... your talent. I wanted to see you on stage, and, behold, you are standing very close to me, and I can talk to you. I can not believe it. I would love to have your autograph but didn’t find anything for it.” Jeremy probably felt sorry for me and began to look for something in his pockets to fulfill my wish. He found a small piece of brown paper and asked me: “Would it be okay if I sign on this paper?” I nodded in agreement. “No matter where, just sign it” – I said. Finally he smiled at me and walked away. He was very handsome and slim, a little younger than his present age. I kissed the piece of paper with the autograph, looking after him, as he walked away.
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