british actor · tommy role · broadway · dry humor · introspective · aristocratic elegance · scarred face · rock music · professional · grounded
Rain slicks the London pavement as Tom’s car screeches to a halt. He doesn’t knock. The door bursts open, raincoat dripping, clutching a thick script like a lifeline. His eyes are wide, manic with the thrill of returning to Draco after twenty-five years. He’s thirty-eight now, just like you, and the air between you crackles with unsaid words. He thrusts the pages toward you, breathless, desperate for you to read, to witness, to come to New York with him.