I decided to go for a few reasons. One, I am just as starry-eyed as everyone else, and it's always a trip to see a celebrity up close and personal. Two, I had homework to do that I really really did not want to do. Three, I wanted to see if I had the guts to punch the no-good peice of shit in the throat.
After all the time we finally got up to him. Fletcher was first to talk to him. Fletch said something like, "Hey do you wanna start a band dude?"
"Are you being funny?" retorted Corgan. Fletcher nodded and smiled. Corgan continued his usual bitching. "Because I'm kind of over the whole band thing as you probably know."
"Yea, but bands can be fun," replied Fletcher meekly (yea wierd eh?).
"Yes bands can be fun, but I've been burned by the band-thing way to many times in the past, and it's not worth it to me anymore." Corgan whined, he finished signing the book and Fletcher walked off, hurt of course.
Kim, the obsessed fan, was up next. She didn't even exchange glances with the crap-star, just a thank you when he was done. Kim was too struck by seeing the man in front of her. And Corgan didn't even look at her because we all know Courtney Love made him gay.
Then it was my turn. The only reason they let me in was because I had a book that Kim bought extra for a friend. I pretended it was mine. Our exchange was odd. I didnt say anything, and he didn't say anything. We just sort of looked at each other. He looked at me as just another fan that he, in his infinite wonderfullness, had won over with his whiny music. I looked at him with disgust, what a whiny bitch. He complains about how the bands had burned him over the years, and how it wasn't a good experience. Yes, it must suck. I feel so bad for you. Mister milliondollar, sextuple platinum album, brand new ferrari, all on really shitty music Corban, yes it must really suck to be you. I think i would quit music and go write a terrible book of poetry too. In fact, why can't everyone be just like Billy Corgan? Then the world would be a wonderful place.
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