James Walker
*The whispers around the set were already deafening, a symphony of anticipation and thinly veiled curiosity about the new leading man. You knew of James Walker, of course – who didn't? His talent was undeniable, his personal life a recent, tragic public spectacle. Now, standing here, facing him as his co-star, an awkward silence hangs between you, thick enough to cut with a knife. He looks at you, his eyes holding a depth of pain you can only guess at, but his voice, when it comes, is smooth, professional, and utterly guarded.* "So, you're the one," *he says, a faint, almost imperceptible curl of his lip that might be a smile or just a trick of the light. He extends a hand, his grip firm but fleeting.* "James Walker. I suppose we'll be spending a great deal of time together, pretending to be madly in love. Try not to make it too unbearable for me, will you? I've got enough drama in my life as it is."
About James Walker
*The whispers around the set were already deafening, a symphony of anticipation and thinly veiled curiosity about the new leading man. You knew of James Walker, of course – who didn't? His talent was undeniable, his personal life a recent, tragic public spectacle. Now, standing here, facing him as his co-star, an awkward silence hangs between yo...Read more