Feb 11, 2006 13:54
May 1941:
I ran to catch an elevator and just barely made it into the lift when the doors closed behind me. To my left I was vaguely aware of one other man in the elevator with me, but I didn't look over. Instead, I glance to my right to adjust my hat in the mirror and to my amazement, I saw it was Mr. William Randolph Hearst looking furiously and steadfastly straight ahead.
Well, how could I pass this up?
"Uh...Hello Mr. Hearst, I'm not sure if you remember me, but my name is Orson Welles."
"I know who you are," he replied petulantly.
"Well, I'm not sure if you also know, I have a movie coming out soon and if you would like tickets I could get you some to the premire."
He didn't answer, but continued to avoid my gaze.
At the lobby, he strode quickly and angerily from the elevator and exited the building.
"Kane would have accepted the tickets!" I shouted after his retreating figure.