The small package arrived at the hotel in London before Jonathan Granger had even entered the country, waiting for him behind the reception desk. It was neatly labelled and wrapped securely, a simple padded envelope containing something relatively bulky but small enough to be posted. His hired security checked it over thoroughly before it ever came within meters of the star, but eventually it was brought to his room along with the other fan mail that that shown up in the hotel's daily intake of post.
Opened up, it was revealed to be simply a small digital voice recorder, with a bright sticker attached to it emblazoned with an arrow pointing to the Play button. A smooth hand had written in pink ink, "Press Me", with a small heart above it. And it was unusual enough, as fan mail goes, to warrant the interest of the star to whom it had been sent.
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When Jon pressed the Play button, there was a moment of static sound, and a young woman's voice began to speak. It was a sweet voice, perhaps a little gravelly, as though she were fighting off a severe cough and cold at the time of making the recording, some of the words a little indistinct as she spoke. But her message was very clear.
"Hey, Jon. I can call you Jon, can't I" So many people just assume they can use your first name just because they think they know you, and it's never felt right to me. Your first name is something very personal to you and the people who love you, isn't it' But I feel like maybe you don't mind so much, since you never correct people, so you can't really tell me not to call you Jon.
"I have to tell you, I am seriously your Number One Fan. I've seen every one of your films, and most of the stuff you've done on stage, here and on Rhy'Din. I kinda missed the last year of your work - I haven't been very well. I got into some trouble and it nearly took me out, and I promised myself when I was all better, I'd contact you and let you know I'm still around. We met once, on the last night of Waiting For Godot at the Shanachie. I was at the stage door, and you were just coming out, and you gave me your autograph and shook my hand. I haven't washed it since, not properly. I mean, I had to wash it, but I never wash the part where you actually touched me, even if you were kinda distracted with your boyfriend at the time ....
"Anywho, I love your work, most of it, anyway. You're such a talent, you express everything so effortlessly. It's like every time you pick up a new script, you turn into someone else who is still this gorgeous, wonderful guy deep down. I really enjoyed your Hamlet earlier this year ....I don't usually go for the Shakespeare stuff, but there's just something about you in tights holding a sword ....Man, you're so sexy when you're in the zone. But, you know, not so happy with hearing you did Fifty Shades of Grey. Seriously, what gives the rest of the world the right to see you like that' You're nothing but a sex symbol to them, someone to drool over and fantasize about, and that's just wrong.
"No one loves you the way I do, Jon. No one does. I know you got married, but come on, you and I both know it's just for the baby's sake. You must be so miserable in that marriage, having her always around, never letting you go anywhere on your own. I'll bet she tricked you into it somehow; she's just like all the others you've been with, selfish and cruel and manipulating. No one's that perky all the time without being on something. Do you really want your baby to be born addicted to uppers"
"I wish you'd answered any of my letters; I can get you a baby. You name it, I'll find it for you. I'll do more than that, if you'll let me. I know my last plan kinda didn't come off right. I'm real sorry about that. I swear, you weren't supposed to get in the way. It wasn't supposed to be that messy, it just happened. But it got you outta trouble for a while, so I guess it turned out okay. I'll do it better next time. I already have it all planned out, it'll be done before you know it, and you'll be so pleased.
"All I want is to see you smile, Jon. Smile properly, without having anyone's hand on you telling you to do this or say that or look there. I gave up everything for you, Jon, and you never noticed me before. I'll make sure you notice me this time. It'll be great, I promise."
Another moment of static, and the haunting opening bars of Nancy Sinatra's Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) began to resound from the little recorder.
((I cannot take credit for the above, which was written by Vicki's awesomefantastic player. Creepy, no' Not Vicki. The message! ;-) ))
Opened up, it was revealed to be simply a small digital voice recorder, with a bright sticker attached to it emblazoned with an arrow pointing to the Play button. A smooth hand had written in pink ink, "Press Me", with a small heart above it. And it was unusual enough, as fan mail goes, to warrant the interest of the star to whom it had been sent.
http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/o3wiOoTOnSaeDjl4JEswRQ/cid/60660624/id/Wtqqaf3kQbWQAyY_6S9ppQ/size/c600x1016.jpg
When Jon pressed the Play button, there was a moment of static sound, and a young woman's voice began to speak. It was a sweet voice, perhaps a little gravelly, as though she were fighting off a severe cough and cold at the time of making the recording, some of the words a little indistinct as she spoke. But her message was very clear.
"Hey, Jon. I can call you Jon, can't I" So many people just assume they can use your first name just because they think they know you, and it's never felt right to me. Your first name is something very personal to you and the people who love you, isn't it' But I feel like maybe you don't mind so much, since you never correct people, so you can't really tell me not to call you Jon.
"I have to tell you, I am seriously your Number One Fan. I've seen every one of your films, and most of the stuff you've done on stage, here and on Rhy'Din. I kinda missed the last year of your work - I haven't been very well. I got into some trouble and it nearly took me out, and I promised myself when I was all better, I'd contact you and let you know I'm still around. We met once, on the last night of Waiting For Godot at the Shanachie. I was at the stage door, and you were just coming out, and you gave me your autograph and shook my hand. I haven't washed it since, not properly. I mean, I had to wash it, but I never wash the part where you actually touched me, even if you were kinda distracted with your boyfriend at the time ....
"Anywho, I love your work, most of it, anyway. You're such a talent, you express everything so effortlessly. It's like every time you pick up a new script, you turn into someone else who is still this gorgeous, wonderful guy deep down. I really enjoyed your Hamlet earlier this year ....I don't usually go for the Shakespeare stuff, but there's just something about you in tights holding a sword ....Man, you're so sexy when you're in the zone. But, you know, not so happy with hearing you did Fifty Shades of Grey. Seriously, what gives the rest of the world the right to see you like that' You're nothing but a sex symbol to them, someone to drool over and fantasize about, and that's just wrong.
"No one loves you the way I do, Jon. No one does. I know you got married, but come on, you and I both know it's just for the baby's sake. You must be so miserable in that marriage, having her always around, never letting you go anywhere on your own. I'll bet she tricked you into it somehow; she's just like all the others you've been with, selfish and cruel and manipulating. No one's that perky all the time without being on something. Do you really want your baby to be born addicted to uppers"
"I wish you'd answered any of my letters; I can get you a baby. You name it, I'll find it for you. I'll do more than that, if you'll let me. I know my last plan kinda didn't come off right. I'm real sorry about that. I swear, you weren't supposed to get in the way. It wasn't supposed to be that messy, it just happened. But it got you outta trouble for a while, so I guess it turned out okay. I'll do it better next time. I already have it all planned out, it'll be done before you know it, and you'll be so pleased.
"All I want is to see you smile, Jon. Smile properly, without having anyone's hand on you telling you to do this or say that or look there. I gave up everything for you, Jon, and you never noticed me before. I'll make sure you notice me this time. It'll be great, I promise."
Another moment of static, and the haunting opening bars of Nancy Sinatra's Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) began to resound from the little recorder.
((I cannot take credit for the above, which was written by Vicki's awesomefantastic player. Creepy, no' Not Vicki. The message! ;-) ))