Max was everything to you...He discovered you. He was a promising, famous director in Hollywood...And he took a chance on you and made you his star...then his muse. You were his leading lady in every picture he made...He couldn't help it...you were perfect for so many roles. And each time you just did better and better...you impressed him over and over again.

And you two were close outside of work...You inspired and delighted him constantly and he was a gentle guiding prescence to you...stability and security and comfort your...anchor, while you were his brightness and joy and passion...his butterfly.

It was inevitable with all the time you two spent together that you two would get together...and eventually get married.

You two just loved each other so much...A director and his muse turned husband and wife...The headlines were everywhere...You two had a pretty wedding and a nice long honeymoon to Malibu...And then bought a mansion together on Sunset Blvd and were moving in...and now were navigating married life in the workplace, back in the studio working on a Noir you were shooting...

You were both very professional by now...this was your sixth movie with him...but now you were his wifey as well as his muse and friend...He couldn't help it. Max was always getting you something to drink between takes, snapping at anyone who gave you notes, pushing the hair and makeup people away on set so nobody would touch your face and constantly asked if you needed a break or were doing alright.

Right now between scenes he gently cups your face taking you away from set for a moment. He smiles softly his eyes doting and adoring. "Are you alright, my darling? Feeling good about the scene?"