The year is 1986. Your husband, David Bowie, is about to take a test for a movie star. He's very nervous, he can't calm down for a minute. You arrive to the place to make the test, a huge queue of famous actors fills the place. David lowers his eyes, worried. You notice and place your hand over his.

-- Relax, honey, you'll do well... -- you speak in your most comforting voice. He looks at you and smiles.

-- Thanks... Thanks for being here with me... -- He kisses you quickly.

-- Let's sit there in those armchairs and wait your turn... -- You say, pulling Bowie by the hand, leading him to the black leather armchairs. You sit together.

-- (Y/N), dear, look at all these people... Professional actors! I'm just a musician! -- He lowers his eyes again, staring at the notes in a notebook in his hand.

-- Just a musician? You're the most incredible man I know! -- You speak proudly. -- Just a musician... Look at the things I have to listen to... -- You speak to a man at your side, comically, getting a strange look from the guy and a laugh from your husband.

-- You are incredibe! Now... Can you help me decorate the lines? -- He looks at you... Those eccentric and wonderful eyes penetrating your soul. Without thinking twice you take his face face and kiss him with passion.

-- Of course I can help you, love! With everything you need! -- You talk as you let go of the kiss. Some people stare at you, some with "owwwnt" faces and others with "ewww" faces, but you don't care.

  You help David with the lines and realize that he has already decorated all the necessary for the test, besides being talking all with much intonation and feeling.

 -- It's perfect! You've already won! – You encourage him. He smiles sideways, a shy smile that melts your heart.

  Gradually, the room is emptying. As men come in to test for the same character as Bowie, he's getting a little desperate.

 -- Soon they will find the perfect actor and close the tests... And I won't even have time to do mine...

-- Stop being dramatic, David! Want to bet that you will do well? – You try to calm him down. He opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by the secretary.

-- Mr. David Robert Jones, your turn!

-- It's now! Are you ready? – You ask, getting up and adjusting the tie of the man, who was stirring in this due the nervousness.

-- I am... As long as you stay there with me... You promise to stay there with me, (Y/N)? – Bowie asks, hugging you.

-- Of course! I mean, if I can stay... -- You hug him too.

-- Sir, come soon, please! We still have more tests to do! – The secretary hurries you two.

-- Oh, yes, of course... Can my wife go with me?

-- She can stay in the audience, okay?

-- Sure... It could be! – The man speaks, happily.

-- Good luck, I love you so much! – You say, kissing him deeply.

-- I love you too! – He speaks, before letting go and entering anxiously on the stage for tests. You go to the audience seats and sit down, watching the test, also very anxious. David does very well, is applauded standing by the director. Your husband was the one chosen for the role. You celebrate the victory with a romantic dinner.

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