Chris approached the table full of women; the three other women gossiped amongst themselves, and as Chris approached; Taylor turned her head back towards Chris.
"Taylor-" "Hi, Chris."
"What are you doing here? I mean: in Edmonton?"
"Remember? I have a concert scheduled here."
"But - that's not for another month-"
"Listen-" Taylor turned her head towards her girls, and nodded her head in agreement.
"Can we go somewhere quiet?"
Taylor positioned herself on the edge of the bed inside the hotel room at the Marriott.
"Look: I wanted to tell you-"
"So, it's true: you do have a boyfriend."
"I'm sorry-"
"Why did I even bother? Why did I bother mustering up the courage to attempt to sway you into believing I'm your soulmate?"
"You are."
Chris stood, and there was a momentary silence as Taylor dropped her head and began tearing up.
"Fuck Travis! What does he have that I don't!?"
"Well-"
"Fuck, Taylor! We were supposed to take on this planet from Sirius, together! It was supposed to be you and me! A match made in Heaven!"
"You don't think I know that!?" Taylor shouted at him.
There was another brief moment of silence.
"So, what now? I'm just supposed to find someone to fuck? Fuck me over? Fuck me sideways til' Sunday comes!?"
"I didn't say that!"
"Then what, Taylor!? Tell me!"
"You're still the ruling king of the Valentine Empire-" "I don't care about that! I care about feeling! Touch! My fucking senses, Taylor! They're not being satiated! What do you want me to do!? Make a Tik tok video that nobody is going to watch, anyways!?"
Taylor stood up; off the bed.
"I want you to make a speech. Like you use to. When you were Adolf, in the past life. On the other side."
"I'm not some... dictator, anymore-"
"Take it as you will, Chris. You have the opportunity, here and now to set the world on fire. To make a real difference, Chris. Mainstreet, Wall Street: They're waiting, Chris."
"For what?"
Taylor approached Chris, and planted a kiss on her two fingers she held out; her index and middle finger: then placed it on Chris' cheek and said, "For the big finale."
And with that: Taylor made her way towards the door, and before she left; she turned her head towards Chris,
"You're the star of the show. Remember that. Keep twinkling, and never - ever - let that light fizzle out. Good night, Chris."
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Street Called Main
Narrativa StoricaDuring the Great War between Main Street and Wall Street: a love blossoms between that of the indigenous tribe's most valuable asset, 'Shawn;' Chris' homosexual lover and that of Chris' interests. What transpires between the throes of love and war i...
