The Wrath of Dawn
Someone alert Andy Warhol
I had a small portion of my 15 minutes of fame the other night. Sort of. After attending a play, for which I did the layout for the program, I was introduced to the director. Upon hearing my name he said, "You're Dawn ******!!!" in the same awe-struck tone I would reserve for meeting a lifelong hero. I may never hear my name spoken like that again.
Labels: fame, nothing to see here
Posted by WrathofDawn at 12:07 a.m.
5 Comments:
OK, so he likes your work - but why did he swear at you?
The ****** doesn't mean sweary words, it's private top-secret code for my last name.
Oh blast, tc thought of my comment before I did.
You know what I mean.
Dawn freakin' *****! I think you should have everyone refer to you that way from now on.
Full of good ideas, me.
/coat
Greetings, Dawn Sixstars!
R-pus - Yes, I'm thinking of getting T-shirts printed. Which you might find handy since you've no longer got a coat.
TC - That's Dances with Actors to you, pard'ner.
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