Chapter 72 - To Be Famous (1/2)

”I would tell him that he was a fabulous actor and that I will support him through every decision he takes. I will also apologize for the problems he has had with women in the past. I truly feel bad for him.” His heart warmed at her words. She was such a considerate soul. How precious his little girl was.

”I think he would be glad to hear that there was someone defending and thinking about him. He seems like a lonely man.” And he was a lonely man before he spoke to her. He looked forward to his days ever since she came into the picture. That was saying something, right?

”Since when did you start concerning yourself with the entertainment industry?”

”Since you told me that you liked him. I had to scope out the competition.” He stifled a giggle. He was being smug when he said he would scope out the competition. He was bloody pleased that he was the only man who occupied her mind. End of story. She never even looked at another person. It was pretty assuring to see her being plagued by him day in and day out.

”There is no competition, remember? He is just a fantasy and you are real. I like things that are real.”

'We are both real, baby. That's the beauty of this situation.'

”You have a sweet mouth. Let's go to the next question?” he asked.

”No. One question a day. That's what we decided on. We can't overburden ourselves.” She chided in a gentle voice.

”Then what should we do now?” he asked with a small smile.

”Talk about our day!” The excitement was clear in her voice.

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Would you like to be famous? In what way?

There was a pause in the conversation. They had began by asking how their day had been and the woes of their profession, but this question threw Cage off. He had answered first the day before and he wanted to hear her answer before he spewed anything.

”Would I like to be famous?” she contemplated. ”I don't think so,” she said finally. ”I don't think I was meant for the glamorous life. I don't like how they hound celebrities and make them feel like prey for the consumption of the public.”

She had encapsulated his life in a few sentences and done a far better job than he ever could. It was true; he felt like he was nothing but an object for everyone to look at… like he was an animal in the zoo or circus and everyone had come to watch him perform tricks and entertain them.