She was like a fairytale come true. Her voice was like a beautiful song, her smile like the sun's radiance on a summer day, and her eyes sparkled as if they had the brilliance of stars in them. She enchanted me and I knew that I would be under her spell forever. It is not unusual, when one works as a stage hand, to encounter ethereally beautiful young actors, but never before had one had such a soul-stirring impact upon me.
I fell in love with her at first sight, my heart beating so quickly that I thought it would burst. My throat became dry and my palms sweaty as I watched her from afar, longing to see her smile again and the dimple in her cheek peek through once more. It was then that I realized that I was smiling without realizing it, and I had to push myself to stop.
Her name, she told me, was Carey. I loved her all at once. Carey was so talented in everything that she did. She was graceful with a violin in her hands, playing a hauntingly beautiful melody. She sang as if an angel had descended down to earth and serenaded us all with his best song. Her voice was so sweet that it filled my heart with warmth.
"I want to meet you in private," I finally told her one day after a performance, having resolved that it would be my time to tell her how I felt. "I want to better know who you are, Carey Mulligan. If you don't mind, would you honor me and let me escort you to your hotel?"
"I'd like that," she replied, her musical voice more mesmerizing than ever.
That was how it all began. We spent a fair amount of time together after that. She invited me to stay in the luxurious confines of her hotel bedroom, just across the road from the theater. Her taste was impeccable, even in the simplicity of her hotel room. I loved everything she did. She had a taste for fine wine, and would wash down her caviar with it. She played beautifully on the grand piano that stood in the corner of her bedroom as if she had been playing from birth. And when we made love, she was so passionate. I knew that she had the same feelings for me as I did for her, and I never thought that it would end. I would spend long nights gently lapping at her labia, watching her full bosom heave as her breathing increased with each movement of my tongue. I would stand in front of the mirror and admire her, she was so beautiful, and look at myself to see if there was such a thing as beauty that could be matched by another.