Someday I will be famous…

Some years from now, I will be famous. Don´t know yet exactly why, but I will…

Jimmy Fallon, John Oliver or Jimmy Kimmel will be interviewing me, on any given night… There will be some musical guest, some hip rock band, like The Neighborhood, or The Roling Stones. I wonder, will the guys from Roling Stones be alive twenty years from today. Probably …. No, definetely yes…

They will be asking me how it all started… “Well Jimmy, I don´t really know… there was this person, who helped me see some things”… And you, at your living room, TV turned on at the kitchen, would hear me speak and will try to remember from where you know that voice…

Questions about my love for sports, my swimming skills, my poker playing… I would answer that actually I was no good at any of these, just a little stubborn. resilient, refusing to give up so easily… “But that I already knew”, you might be thinking ,while practicing your harmonica tunes…

Right after the band play “Sweather Weather”, the show would come back from the commercials, and the host, with a naughty smile, would certainly ask : “And, Mr Everett, besides the parallel universes stuff, what or who was the love of your life?”.

I would say nothing, just look at the camera … and you, no matter where in world, no matter what you might be doing, well… you read my eyes, my soul, don´t you? Always did…

Maybe you only smile back, maybe you just even don´t care. Maybe you will be taking care of your garden of sunflowers… maybe having a beer or two. Maybe we will be still talking to each other, or maybe we will only be good, sweet memories…

Anyway… we will both know the answer.

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