OK, so I went to that just for the name, but still. This will be an infrequent occurrence at best. If you have feedback on this, by all means let me know.)
It was about 3am. I
didn’t pay attention when she got onto the train. She looked like another
rocker chick, heading back home after a concert, or someone’s home at least.
But then the tattoos and hair came off.
A few minutes after sitting down, she looked like a normal
woman. She noticed me staring.
“What?”
I gestured to the outfit, and the wig sitting next to her.
“I’m a professional fangirl. I get hired to turn up to movie
premiers and live performances to scream and shout and what have you. I mean,
when they sign a new act, they don’t have screaming fans right away.”
She noticed my confusion wasn’t gone, and rolled her eyes.
After a second, she began to scream. She fell to her knees, tears forming in
her eyes, as she grabbed my hand and begged for an autograph.
And then, just like that, she stopped and went back to
normal. I finally found my voice.
“So you live your life pretending to adore other people’s
work. I assume you’re looking for someone to truly adore you?”
She snorted.
“Yeah, real like doesn’t work like that.” she said as she
got up and walked away.
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