Uriah stared for a moment before his eyelashes fluttered and he looked down. “Mr. Hugo,” he decided. “Yes, Mr. Dickinson gave you high praise, certainly.”
Right. It was best to keep things professional. Things have changed, and Uriah was a different man now. He looked back up at Hans, his eyes set. He was probably a different man now too, and yet… he looked so much like how he remembered him, as if nothing about him had changed.
“I can’t deny that you look like a Greek hero, too,” he nodded up at him. “Could you tell me more about your experience with being behind the camera? Mr. Dickinson gave me just a summary.”
Mr. Hugo. It gave him goosebumps. Hans thought he was already getting used to his new name, but his smile faded when hearing Uriah call him that. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He was an actor and Uriah is the director for the film. It was best to keep things that way.
Hans blushed, looking away. "Thank you," He said, turning to face Uriah, "And you are a Greek poet, a true playwright." Relaxing back into the chair, he crossed his arms. God only knew what little details Allen gave Uriah about him. All he could assume were that they were good enough to get him this role.
"I started acting on stage back in France. Nothing much. Just small roles here and there. I wasn't getting anywhere so I come to America, start working in clubs, restaurants, shops and started to get some off Broadway roles. I did plays by Shakespeare, Wilde, Schiller, Ibsen, Shaw then I met Mr. Dickinson and he got me some small roles for films. Always playing a waiter, bartender, driver, dancer. things like that. I believe that brings me to now." He cleared his throat then shrugged, "My apologies, I know that was just another summary, but I hope mine was better than Allen's."
