SEVEN FORTY-FIVE PM, NIGHT OF THE GALA.

ENTRANCE OF THE VENUE.

The reporters crowd behind the barricade securing the red carpet. They shove their microphones at the elite members of society who walk the carpet. Their questions generate a cacophony of noise, the flashes of their cameras leave even the most hardened of celebrities squinting.

Who can blame them?.

After all, this is one of those infrequent events where even the most reclusive of celebrities would ...