I leave home early to get to the theater 45 minutes before the screening begins.
I don't see any people I recognize so I ask the manager where the BAFTA check-in table will be. He points to an area that is being set up. I wait. Then a poster is planted for Fantastic Beasts. I'm here for Rules Don't Apply. The manager checks. "Sorry, we don't have any screenings for Rules Don't Apply."
I'm supposed to be at the theater across the street. Now I'm not so early, and already there's a long line of people waiting for check-in to open.
The mics aren't working well so we scramble around for good ones. We find one. We'd have liked two, but one will do.
My friends arrive on the late side and two of them can't be found on the registration list.
The theater is filled. Every. Single. Seat. Taken. We bring in extra seats and everyone who came gets in.
Then there's the mix up of can-we-or-can't-we take photos. After some back and forth we get it all sorted out.
The star arrives. He is friendly, gracious, and totally accommodating.
In the end, it all works out and I get to meet a true Hollywood legend.
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