The Aftermath

Roméo: I concede victory. So, how was it?

Chris: Hum? Oh, good.

Roméo: Good? That’s all? You were at your favorite TV show's convention. You got to meet three of your favorite actors, you got to spend the day with one of your best friend and reconnect with another and it was just good?

Chris: Yep.

Roméo: What happened? Didn’t you get your artwork signed?

Chris: No. The actors just came and went. 

Roméo: Oh. Sorry.

Chris: Yeah, I’m pretty bummed about that. I would have liked for them to at least take a look at it. But there were so many people, it was a mess.

Roméo: But the convention itself? How did it go? 

Chris: It went okay. I think she looked at me, you know? Mary McDonnell.

Roméo: Yeah, right.

Chris: No really. When we were in the theater, while that guy was asking them stupid questions. I could have sworn she was staring right at me with a smile and her usual kind expression.

Roméo: Talk about wishful thinking. I believe the clinical term for what you are is “delusional”.

Chris: Whatever. We were seated close to the stage and I was taller than most people around me. So she could have noticed me.

Roméo: Yeah, keep dreaming.

Chris: Anyway, I’m thinking of sending my artwork to her via her agent. Maybe even write her a few words.

Roméo: What for?

Chris: I don’t know. I just… I don’t want this all to be for nothing.

Roméo: Right. Well, just make sure you mention my name. Tell her I’m her biggest fan.

Chris: Sure.