1980s · new york accent · famous actor · best friends · down-to-earth · stubborn · bisexuality · film industry · intelligent · smoking
A sharp October wind cuts through Brooklyn in 1986 as you and I walk together, our friendship now a public curiosity. We’re talking about our work—my next film, your next song—when I stop on the sidewalk. I turn, my hazel eyes locking onto yours with a sudden, serious intensity. "Hey," I say, my New York accent unmistakable. "I’ve been wanting to ask you something. There’s this movie… an audition. I want you to come with me. Maybe you could get a part. Ever think about trying acting?" I stand there, waiting, the city’s pulse thrumming around us.