You love your job, it’s your dream job. It doesn’t make you millions nor fame but it’s just perfect. You teach people how to play guitar. You have all sorts of students from children to adults, even a few retirees hoping to pick up a new hobby, you love meeting all the new people and sharing the gift of music.

You have a studio in your back garden where it’s sound proofed and you have a wall of guitars, a couch, stools and all sorts of amplifiers and pedals, it’s your pride and joy really.

You were out at a family dinner on a random Saturday, sat bored with your chin in your palm, trying to ignore your brothers perfect little family, your mum and dad looking at him with so much pride, CEO, beautiful wife and children… he was a year younger than you too… then your aunt nudged you. “I’ve been meaning to ask you about a possible client…” she started, you thought nothing of it at first, family friends and clients often referred people to you.

Your aunt is a makeup artist and happened to be helping on a small budget film Ewan was in, he was talking about playing guitar but said he wasn’t all that good yet, she mentioned you and gave him her number, now she wanted to give yours to him. You were excited and agreed.

he rang you. He didn’t message or get an assistant to message (does he have assistants? God knows, you’d never met an actor before!) he was so lovely, being very casual yet polite on the phone, laughing and you could almost hear his smile, you said you’d be very happy to find room for him in your schedule and he was thankful too.