Ancil“I must admit, that was the most sense I’ve heard you talked all my life,” I joked.
“I’m a man of many colors,” Adam said.
“So where do friends with benefits fit into your equation,” Rebecca asked, attempting to the stir the pot even more.
Adam leaned back, cocking his arms over the chair with his shoulders poised, displaying an aura of confidence. “It doesn’t exist. Friends with benefits are just myths, like the lochness monster and Sasquatch. Once there are benefits within a friendship, that friendship becomes null and void. The prefix boy or girl must be used when referring to your friendship or else you’ll just be lying to yourselves.”
“Ahhhhh,” Rebecca cooed intrigued.
“I may only look like a regular college kid but I’m really a genius,” Adam said.
“So what are regular college kids?” I asked.
“Dumb twats,” Adam said, sipping his champagne. “College is supposed to make you smarter but it seemingly only takes away from your brain capacity and your ability to think on your own.”
“Says the guy in college,” I quipped.
“I am one of the few college students who’s aware of the mind control game. College is society’s way of imprisoning the expansion of consciousness and segregating wealth. It’s society’s way of keeping geniuses at the bottom of the table and making them work for the people who were smart enough to fight the system. The real geniuses are the ones who make their own way. The only reason I’m at college is because my parents already spent a ton of money on it.” Adam sipped some champagne as he ended his statement.
“That’s why I dropped out,” I said.
“There is a technique to dropping out though. You can’t just drop out of college to stay at home and play video games. You got to drop out to accomplish something. To create something that can change the world. Facebook, Google, Apple, Harry Potter and the list goes on and on. If Mark Zuckerberg and Steve Jobs hadn’t made the decision to drop out of college we may not have Facebook or Apple. That’s a fact of life.” Adam yakked.
” I think-” I started.
“Oh my god!” Rebecca shouted with her eyes wide open as though she had seen a ghost. Her hands were pointing out towards the door and she seemingly was having an asthma attack as her heavy and loud gasps for breath made it actually look like she had seen a ghost.
We all looked out in the direction she was pointing and at the door stood Tom Hiddens in all his glamour. He looked like a typical 21st-century American pop star. He was incredibly slim with super-fitted pants with a bulge in the crotch, a scarf, ray bands, and a skinny white tee with gator shoes. He seemed to be on his way out with his bandmates but something kept them from leaving almost immediately. I assumed that it was the crowd of people outside who were making so much noise now that I didn’t have to see them to know that they were there.
It’s amazing that just in a couple of months Tom Hiddens blew up from just a broke singer to an international, Grammy-award-winning pop star. His one song “Love, Bang Bang” blew up on the internet and within a month of its release, Tom Hiddens got signed to RIC Records and became one of the biggest names in music, selling out arenas worldwide. That’s kind of the reason why I was looking forward to going to his show. He wasn’t an untalented fool who hid behind a processed voice. He was actually really, really talented and I actually liked his song. “Love, Bang Bang” is a classic.
“Who’s…..” Kate started but for some reason, she didn’t finish her sentence.
“Ummm…that’s Tom Hiddens,” I said.
“His last name is Hiddens?” Kate asked with her eyes fixed on him.
“Yeah,” I said.
“He’s the biggest pop star from Washington D.C,” Adam said.
“He’s, umm. I….” Kate stuttered seeming a bit flustered while watching Tom Hiddens.
“You okay?” I asked Kate. It was at that moment Tom Hiddens left the building and disappeared within the thickening mass of humanity outside the restaurant. Decoir was situated in a very lonely and desolate area so it was strange that so many people were outside. But I guess they were just his groupies.
“Oh, yeah I’m fine,” Kate said with her eyes down on her plate which was three-quarter way eaten. She fidgeted a bit in her seat wiped her lips with a napkin then whimpered, “may I be excused?”
“Umm sure,” I answered.
Without making any eye contact with us, Kate got up and headed towards the door.
