I'm next to this girl. She has a red hoodie on under a tan jacket, jean and white sneakers. Her hair is dirty blond. I always feel weird about that color designation. It sounds mean, but I don't have a better color for it. She is sitting next to a group of people arguing about the grammies. At first she is silent.
Her friends are not fans of Lady Gaga. They are upset about an egg, and a song that sounds like another song. I didn't, don't watch the grammies so I am confused, but like I am listening to an inside joke, so I understand why I am confused. Red Hoodie catches my eye as someone else on the outside. She is listening to the conversation with a dead stare in her eye. My initial thought is its the glaze of apathy, and that she is waiting for the conversation to switch to something she cares about. But as it turns out thats just the face she makes when her brain is working. That 9 pound idea factory is getting ready to turn out a doozie.
There is an almost audible ding as it comes out of the ready bake oven of her mind, "Hey guys, won't people just forget about her in a few years. I think thats the way it probably works. Like some artists have a single hit or something and then you never hear about them again. What do you guys think?" The talkative group falls quiet.
Her statement is obviously true, but has been true. She is looking round like she just has made a bold social discovery. There is a nervous chuckle. Then a few mutters of assent, a couple nods, but mostly these are subtle feints. They are trying to figure out if she seriously thinks she has had an original epiphany, or if she is joking.
She isn't.
Her friends are not fans of Lady Gaga. They are upset about an egg, and a song that sounds like another song. I didn't, don't watch the grammies so I am confused, but like I am listening to an inside joke, so I understand why I am confused. Red Hoodie catches my eye as someone else on the outside. She is listening to the conversation with a dead stare in her eye. My initial thought is its the glaze of apathy, and that she is waiting for the conversation to switch to something she cares about. But as it turns out thats just the face she makes when her brain is working. That 9 pound idea factory is getting ready to turn out a doozie.
There is an almost audible ding as it comes out of the ready bake oven of her mind, "Hey guys, won't people just forget about her in a few years. I think thats the way it probably works. Like some artists have a single hit or something and then you never hear about them again. What do you guys think?" The talkative group falls quiet.
Her statement is obviously true, but has been true. She is looking round like she just has made a bold social discovery. There is a nervous chuckle. Then a few mutters of assent, a couple nods, but mostly these are subtle feints. They are trying to figure out if she seriously thinks she has had an original epiphany, or if she is joking.
She isn't.
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