"Wow! I really envy you! I would also like to meet one of them."
"Really?" Moore was surprised. "You, who became the star of the Shakespearean theater, the most beautiful Ophelia, the most romantic Julia and Lady Macbeth, who is ruled by blood, pierces the viewer's heart through?"
"Don't quote art critics here! Sometimes I get so immersed in female roles that I forget how men think. The amount of testosterone that race drivers have would do me good," the young actor sighed.
Kevin looked at his face and he saw some kind of femininity in it. The way he arranged his lips, how he moved his eyes… Arthur's gestures and even the way he walked had a certain feminine charm to it. He did not act at this party, he was himself - a man - and yet the woman he played on stage during rehearsals and performances lived somewhere in him to such an extent that she dominated the man there.
