I decided to throw caution to the wind and drive out of town to the university campus where the actor Adam Driver had his office.
I arrived at the university and looked at the directory that was outside of the main building to find Adam Driver's office was located on the second floor of the library.
I took the elevator to the second floor and waited for an opportune moment where I could walk in the secured library door with a student as I did not have an ID that would allow me to pass through the security check.
Once inside, I asked a librarian how to get to Adam Driver's office and she pointed to a door in the far right corner.
I walked to the back of the library where there were two doors. In the office on the left there was an attractive young blonde working behind a computer screen.
To my utter amazement, as I looked into the office on the right, there he was, Adam Driver, sitting behind a beautiful, large, antique wooden desk wearing a light blue dress shirt and necktie.
Just then, he hung up the phone, stood up and walked to the door and greeted me.
I told I had come to see him and apologized for not having an appointment.
He invited me in and gestured for me to have a seat on the Chesterfield sofa.
I then confessed that I wasn't a student but a fan and playwright who had written a musical about him and that I had made dozens of attempts to reach him.
He apologized and said that he had indeed received my correspondence and had been meaning to get in touch with me, that he liked the story and had intended for his people to reach out to me.
Just then, he stood up and said he had to attend to an urgent matter.
I then noticed there had a been a little girl in the office all the time whose view was hidden to me by the fact that she had been sitting on the floor next to the desk drawing in a coloring book.
Adam introduced the little girl to me as his colleague's daughter and that he had to return the girl to her mother and that he would be right back. He told me to make myself comfortable and if I wanted anything to eat or drink I should tell his secretary in the adjacent office. He also pointed at a vintage Fender Stratocaster that was hanging in a bracket on the wall and said I could play it if I got bored waiting.
As I sat on the Chesterfield alone in the office completely flabbergasted that I had finally met Adam Driver and would soon be getting the chance to talk to him about producing and starring in my musical, his secretary walked in carrying a wooden tray with a teapot and cup and saucer on it. She set it down on the coffee table in front of me and said she would bring some sandwiches over in a few minutes. As she walked out of the office, she suggested that I play the guitar that was hanging on the wall if I got bored.
I stood up and walked over to where the guitar was hanging and carefully removed it from its bracket and carried it over to the sofa.
I began to strum it but noticed the strings had been muffled by the fact that there were two guitar picks jammed under the strings near the bridge of the guitar.
As I removed the picks, the headstock became loose and broke away from the neck leaving me paralyzed with fear for having broken a vintage guitar that surely was worth tens of thousands of dollars.
Just then, Adam Driver walked in the room and noticed my predicament. He casually took the guitar from me saying that it happens all the time and managed to easily snap the neck back onto the guitar and handing it back to me.
Then I woke up.
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