A young man in his early 30s is in the arrival lounge of LAX, the airport de los Angeles, with a sign where represents the names of Gibson and mine. He is suntanned and rather thickset. His hair is buckled and go back up in a bun on the summit of his skull. He carries a white shirt, among which the first two buttons are opened and letting appear haloes of perspirations under his armpits. I hope that it is because of Californian heat ...

In the view of my name written in black and white and brandished in the air, I feel a certain embarrassment and, immediately, I look around me if nobody noticed the placard.

- I wanted to play it discreet, I whisper Gibson, while we come down on the escalator.

The nervousness seizes me. And if I was going to be not well received? I prefer not to think of it. A cap screwed on my head, the sunglasses on the nose and my look of failed hippy, as had so friendly underlined it Mercy, it is the perfect outfit of the guy that wants to pass incognito.

By arriving at the bottom of the huge escalator, we go to the holder of the panel. He approaches us with a big smile, before lowering his sign. He shakes Gobson's hand, who greets him with a smile.

- Hassan, my friend! Gibson says to him before embracing him.

When they end the embrace, the screenwriter turns around towards me.

- Hero, I present you Hassan Hamidi, our best boy and your driver for a period of the production of the movie.

I smile to the man, by saying to him that it is a pleasure to get acquainted. He tightens my hand, which I squeeze with pleasure, turning me my compliment.

- I hope that you had a safe flight, he tells us in going to the conveyor belts where parades luggage.

Of outdid edge, this young man seems to be very nice. Gibson assures him that the journey passed well, in spite of some turbulences when we overflew the plains of Midwest. Having our luggage back, we dash to the exit.

Through the windows of the car, I rediscover the city in which I had lived a few years ago. I had forgotten the palm trees which line roads, the Pacific which licks the coast of its big waves and this atmosphere which belongs only to this sunny state. I am happy to be here.

A few minutes later, the car parks in front of a building in Downtown L.A. We come down from it and penetrate into the building on the opposite side, consisted of offices to be rented. The elevator rises up to the eighth floor. When doors open, I discover an immense room very lit by the sun entering by the immense plate glass windows. Five people are present, quite sat behind their office. A big round table is installed at the bottom of the room, in front of the enormous picture where appear already full of scrawl which I cannot decipher. On walls, lots of sheets and reminders are hung on. By moving closer, I notice that there are three girls and two boys.

Gibson crosses an arm behind my shoulder.

- Hero, I present you my great team! He announces me proudly. Guys, look who I found in England.

People turn to us. I remove my sunglasses. Some are amazed at my presence - two of the girls, in any case - whereas three others look up and down at me, not knowing what to think of me being here. They get up and come towards us.

Both amazed girls present me their most beautiful smiles by coming towards us.

- This is Sarah, Gibson says, our assistant director.

The brunette young woman embraces me, which amazes me a little. She is tall and thin, dressed in a yellow docker and in a washed-out skinny jeans. Her hair is short and combed in peak. She carries about ten buckles in every ear. In spite of my restraint, her spirit is contagious and I return her embrace.

- Frankly, I cannot believe that you are there! I mean ... You are Hero Fiennes-Tiffin, one of the best actors of your generation! Wow! I do not know what Gibbs told you to convince you, but I am happy that you accepted the role!

Her words go straight to my heart. I did not expect a welcome so warm.

- Hum ... Thank you, I answer her, embarrassed. I do not know if I am one of the best, but I am going to do my best to defend this role and this movie.

Her smile doubles before she returns to her work. The second girl advances on me. She does not look like at all the first one. She is rather small and round. She wears round glasses, a little bigger than Gibbs's and raises a bobbed hairstyle with a fringe. She is dressed in a white T-shirt with the coat of arms of Captain America, as well as a black long skirt arriving almost to her ankles. A clothing set very ... Intriguing. Tasks of redness strew his plump face.

- And we have Myra.

She gives me a big smile, but I feel her on the reserve.

- I ... I am ... I adore your work, she stutters, by looking away. In fact, me ... I am a fan of you ...

She blushes as she speaks. I cannot repress a smile in front of her reaction.

- Thank you very much, Myra. I am delighted to meet you and ...

While I do not have time to end my sentence, she jumps into my arms. I move back little under the surprise. Gibson tries to make her let go of me and I have to admit that there is some strength in this scrap of a woman.

- Myra, Myra ... calm down, release him, asks friendly Gibson, whereas the young woman loosens her embrace.

She keeps fixing me with her cheerful brown eyes.

- Sorry, but ... I love you so much ! She breaks in making big gestures.

Even if she is a little bit strange, I am affected by her love. It had been a long time since I had received testimonies so encouraging and, by seeing these two young women, I am more and more certain that I made the good decision by returning here.

"Thank you. And what exactly are you doing? I ask her, to change the subject."

"I am the costume designer!" she exclaims with enthusiasm.

"Really? I let go, stunned."

She nods her head, not noticing the irony of the situation.

"It doesn't look like that, but she's pretty good, Gibson whispers in my ear."

I start laughing as soon as she turns her back on us, going back to her business. The third girl comes to us. She's still different from the first two: she has a lackluster style, with an upside down cap hiding its long grey brown hair. She's also older. She's probably in her 40s. She wears a blue shirt, with a t-shirt underneath whose slogan "Error 404" appears on her thin chest.

- This is Billie, our DOP.

"Nice to meet you, Hero," she told me in a hoarse voice, betraying her addiction to cigarettes.

With a big smile, she shakes my hands without much affection, for which I thank her. The two boys come to me.

"And finally, we have Mike and Jasper working on the scenery of the film."

I give them a smile and after shaking hands with us, they also go back to work, like the rest of the team.

"I know that for the time being, it is not going to be easy, but it will be something exceptional. We are not yet complete, but I can assure you that these people are competent and motivated, says Gibson, as we head towards the big table.

Hassan is seated in the relaxation area, a coffee in hand. The screenwriter then shows me the progress of the project. They have already started to make locates as to the potential locations of filming and authorizations to shoot are pending validation. From the couch, Hassan tells him that he could have had film material for a good price.

"I know you're used to productions that are much better structured than ours, and I hope that doesn't change your mind," he says.

By taking a quick look at all the work they had done, I can only be astounded by their determination.

"It's people like you, and like them, who know what the essence of cinema is." Not these big production companies that only see the profit they can make from the next blockbuster... Whatever challenge we're facing, I told you I was up for it, so let's get to work!

I give him a friendly pat on the shoulder and we laugh. At that moment, the elevator doors opened and a young woman arrived in the offices. Her face looks familiar to me, but it's only when Gibson calls her out that I recognize her.

"Jade, what are you doing here? The writer asks him...

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