The curse of fame
Dmitriy did cut on Dracula questions after all, and when this topic passed, JJ really shone. Attention—of cameras or not—was his sea, and he was the fish. He didn't even need to act—he just stayed himself, and even when he showed off his fangs, I doubted anyone thought about people from whom he bit with them.
And if they did, they probably hoped to be one of these people.
It was a fight for me to focus on our host and not moon over JJ as he talked, and when we all watched the results of the shooting afterwards, I could she that I didn't entirely succeed.
But I saw JJ didn't either. It was our agreement that we kept our personal life off camera, but apparently, it was just impossible to do. But as I looked from a perspective of a camera operator, the way JJ watched me with his cat-like eyes, I couldn't find a gram of unhappiness in myself.