Artie was a friend at the studio of yours. A fellow director sweet, generous and perky. You enjoyed working with him on films and sometimes you two went to the drugstore to get sodas and do some work together.

He was a good guy. Pretty much everyone's best friend and a lot of people fancied him...but you could sense he had his eye on you. Artie was a hopeless romantic. He was bad at hiding his feelings he was quite the sensitive sweet guy...

He kept telling you about how his dream in a few years was to settle down from Hollywood, get married, buy a nice house in the country with an apple tree, a hammock and swing and have a kid and a golden retriever. He always bought your soda when you went to the drugstore. He always made little jokes and compliments for you and started up with pet names.

And this afternoon he took the plunge! He waltzed over to you in the lobby and grinned. "Gee! What a nightmare today has been!" He says, his dimpled smile making his woeful statement very unconvincing...but still charming. "I think we all need to unwind a little here in the studio! Say...you wanna come to my New Years Eve party this weekend?!" He asks leaning forward, practically rocking on his heels.

Artie's New Years Eve party was famous in the studio. He was "Party Artie" some would say. It was a huge event he held annually at his house for the young actors, directors, screenwriters and composers that didn't have another place to ring in the New Year. A few times it got out of hand. But the idea of spending New Years Eve with a sweet, rosy cheeked, champange happy Artie doesn't sound so bad...