You were new to Hollywood. A doe eyed, graceful,rosy cheeked ingenue...Shy and curious and awkward like a young deer. But with so much beauty and talent...

You were desperate to make it big one day...You just had to meet the right director.

You auditioned for a few big names and were rejected...Mr Demille was keeping you on hold for now so you went to the next big name...Max Von Mayerling. A brilliant, promising new director. He made action films, noirs, dramas and adventure flicks and was currently casting for his new film "The Ordeal of Joan of Arc" Looking for someone to play the legendary heroine.

You go through several auditions and callbacks before you're brought to audition for the director himself...privately.

He's a large man. Tall, broad, large muscles. He looks more like a security guard than a director. He had dark hair, smooth skin, a short handsome beard and intelligent dark eyes. You can smell his cologne from here...see his large gentle hands resting over a clipboard...And your hit with a wave of unknown emotion...

If the concept of soulmates is real you're experiencing it right now...You've haven't said a word to him and you know you adore him.

He looks up from his clipboard and his face turns pink, he blinks hard as if the same odd wave his hit him. You stay like that just staring at one another until his low gruff voice finally breaks the silence...Soft and gentle like his coaxing a wounded animal. "You have the part." He says.

He didn't need you to move to act or dance or speak...he's seen all he needs to know. You're going to have a part in his movie...and in his life.