I’m heading for the exit to walk out of The Actors Studio. By the door, sitting in the front row is Faye Dunaway with a boot on her foot for a broken foot. She’s kinda struggling to get up. No one notices. I give her my arm. “Darling, do you need some help?” Yes, I called her Darling.
She takes my arm, “Thank you, aren’t you sweet.”
“My pleasure,” She stands up, her arm in mine, like we’re on a date. “What did you do? Go skiing and break it.”
“No,” she looked at me like, don’t be silly. Well, I was, and she got it.
“I like your hat.”
She blushed, “Oh thanks.”
It’s good to find something in a woman’s out fit and compliment her on it.
She was wearing a cool fedora style hat, and she looked great, very thin, and I felt that she was fit , her arm entwined with mine was strong.
The whole time she had been quietly sitting in the front row, leaning forward, listening, looking back at another Actor Studio Member when they commented on the scene. I thought, my goodness, she’s an actress beyond accomplishment and she still comes here-to her roots. She’s the real deal, and loves this craft of acting with passion. I look forward to seeing her again.
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