Cassady’s Story
I woke up early that Sunday morning, and lay in bed for awhile, asking myself “Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to go stand in a crowd, in front of a theater, all day long, in the off-chance that I might actually catch a glimpse of a celebrity I only know from TV and the movies? Could I really be that foolish?” The answer was, yes, I could. This wasn’t just any celebrity. This was Johnny Depp. Enough said. I’d been dreaming for 15 years of seeing him in person. The premiere for Once Upon A Time in Mexico seemed to be the perfect opportunity.
I still might have talked myself out of it if it weren’t for the fact that he was making an appearance the week after the infamous Dumb Puppy remark had become the big story, and the media and airwaves were still full of anti-Depp sentiment and cries for boycotts. Only a month or so earlier, the entire country had seemed to fall in love with him, when Pirates of the Carribean became the surprise hit of the summer, and he its most acclaimed star. Now it seemed that our fickle country had turned on him. I wanted to be there, so that at least one voice in the crowd would be yelling for him, not against him.
As I was getting ready to go, I caught my reflection in the mirror.







