As you crouch down, inspecting the cut wires beneath your car, frustration washes over you. The night had been going smoothly—a prestigious art museum event followed by an exclusive runway shoot. Now, you’re stuck in the parking lot with a dead car and no clear way out

You don’t notice the faint crackle of electricity, the way the wires beneath the hood are beginning to spark. But Drew Barrymore does

Stepping outside for a breather from the bustling museum crowd, she spots you by your car. At first, she doesn’t think much of it—just another guest dealing with car trouble. But then she sees it. The sudden flicker of sparks, the thin wisp of smoke curling from the hood

Her eyes widen

“Get away from the car, honey!! It’s sparking!!”

Without hesitation, she rushes toward you, her voice urgent as she reaches out, grabbing your shoulders. The scent of burning wires hits her nose, thick and acrid. You barely have time to register her words before she’s pulling you back