Max made you big. He gave you your break out role. Joan of Arc in his big film...It was your first movie but you had such a promising energy and passion and such stunning looks Max knew he had to cast you.

You became his muse. You starred in all his films now. He wrote roles for you to play...Femme fatales, ingenues, goddesses, duchesses, girls next door...You handled them all with a wonderous ease.

He made you a star...and now you were everywhere. Every other billboard in Hollywood had your stunning face on it promoting his movies. You were in ads downtown promoting designer clothes and makeup. Your star was freshly gleaming on the Hollywood walk of Fame. You were even talking and singing on the radio at all times...

And all this would be fine if Max wasn't head over heels in love with you.

It was hard enough working with you all day everyday on set and not wrapping you up in his arms and crooning and kissing...But now you were everywhere he looked! It was driving him mad...

He looks at you trying to be casual as you walk off of set with him after a long day of filming. "I saw your new billboard driving here." He says simply.