You owe me your soul…
When you are reading this, we are in the cinema.
And we are watching, are you ready for this: Pirates of the Caribbean – At World’s End
And I can hear you think: What?? No!
No! No! NO! NO!! This can’t be true. Not that film again. You have seen it 15 times in the cinema already. You got the DVD! I thought we were passed this!
Yeah, well I am kind of not.
So when I told Davy that:
- I was going to miss Dan
- work on our short film is such a major struggle and we are so tired and lots of things go wrong and we have spend so much time on it and we are close to give up but we don’t (this is all true, I might write a long post about this at some point but for now – we are really struggling)
- I miss Bill
- my short-film partner fancies captain Jack Sparrow
- I never get enough of this movie
- we had run out of fortune cookies
Davy said: OK.
Checked if I fancied Captain Jack too.
No way I said, you are the one.
And he said OK.
Tomorrow 10.30am in the Cineworld on Shaftesbury Avenue. One more time then. Be there.
And I said really?
And Davy said: Really.
And I said wow. You are one powerful pirate.
And he raised his left eyebrow like only he can and smiled.
And I am sure that after we have indulged ourselves in pirates for about 3 hours and after we have stocked up fortune cookies (which we buy in Chinatown – and things started to go seriously wrong after we ate our last one – this is a true story too!) things with the 60 seconds short (cross your fingers for us, I know I do) will be fine.
Because how can they not.