One Apple A Day #09
“Excuse me. Are you really him?”
The girl is looking at me while she’s trying to avoid looking at me. Damn, she’s the sixth person in 5 minutes. How is it possible? Why everyone feel they have the right to talk to you only because you’re famous? The “price of fame” they call it. Well, this thing they call fame is too expensive.
“Him who?” I try to smile. By the look in her eyes and the step back her friends just made I don’t think my smile has been really successful.
“John from Behind the Door”
I’m not even myself anymore. I’m just a character in a successful tv drama. When did it happen? When John took over my life and my identity? Why? He is a prick. I’m far better than him. Damn. I should change my surname in “from Behind the Door”.
“Yes, it’s me. How can I help you?”
Yeah, here it is girl. Your John would send you in places that you wouldn’t like at all. But I’m not John. I’m a stupid old fashioned guy still hearing the voice of his mum sayin “Alwasy be kind, honey”. I am mum. Can you see me right now? I am. Even if they are all distracting from the most important moment of my life I’m being kind.
“Can we take a selfie together? Just one quick photo please? You are so cool!!”
She’s talking with John obviously. Not with me. But the one who has to smile for her stupid selfie is me. Not him. I’m the one doing everything but he’s the cool guy.
Here it is girl. Are you happy? Now you have your selfie. I was you I would keep it because I’m not doing it anymore.
“Thanks, you’re so cool. I, we all love you!”
“Yeah, thanks.”
They still look uncomfortable. Hey girls, you’ve just discovered that John doesn’t exist! He’s like Santa Claus and happyness. Now go. I have something so important to do. I won’t let anyone disturb me anymore. I just need to write this last few words and I’m done for Today.
So long everybody. If you’re looking for someone to blame for this, his name is John. The surname is “from Behind the Door”.