It’s so tedious, trying to become famous! You spend most of your time chatting to people.
Chatting and chatting, with anyone who will hold still.
And sometimes standing around with a wistful expression, thinking about sandwiches.
We’ve all been there.
This hunt for celebrity involves a lot of drinking alone.
As well as dancing alone in empty bars.
At one point I realized that bouncers, due to the nature of their jobs, are both findable and unable to escape the chit-chat.
In order to streamline the process, I set up a “home away from home” in the gym, which is more centrally-located than Felicity’s actual home.
Sometimes you can find a bunch of people standing in the parking lot behind the grocery store. As you do.
It always makes me think, “By choice, man. By choice.”
Not everyone wanted to talk to her.
I found my attention being captured by stray details in the background.
One night she held a party. Everyone stood around outside and complained. You know, like usual.
“A very dark purplish-brown is what I wear on the outside, because a very dark purplish-brown is how I feel on the inside.”
Oh hey, maybe we should, like, not chat with the very hungry vampire.
Eating dinner alone at a bar. Again.
Falling asleep in some dude’s bed at a party.
Then one day as she walked past the bouncer into a bar, she suddenly had a wish to “meet Jeffrey.” (I forgot to write down his last name.)
They hit it off right away, and talked outside the bar until the building closed and they had to go home.
The next night I sent her back to the same bar, hoping that Jeffrey would be bouncing there again. And he was!
He thought of her, too.
Eventually, after talking with him for a few hours, she risked a kiss.
And he was pleased!
Then they made out in the lobby.
I would consider it a dereliction of duty, but… no one ever goes to those bars anyway.