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It’s my voice agency’s end-of-year party, and the place is filled with famous people all looking au natural. Even without make-up, actresses look like beauty queens.<\/p>\n
I’ve got Bianca’s Robin Williams tape in my car, along with a printout of the portrait I did of her back in the old days, when we dated briefly. I suspect she’ll be here today, seeing as Carlynn was her agent before I joined.<\/p>\n
I’m kinda expecting freezeout if Bianca shows, seeing as she was a little miffed at the fact that our relationship ended. I dunno. What can I say? Things end. She wasn’t happy. Oh well.<\/p>\n
She arrives. Sees me, smiles a bit. I say, “Hey Bianca, I’ve got some stuff for you in my car.”<\/p>\n
She rushes past me, “Yeah,” she says, “fine. I’ll speak to you later.” Which she doesn’t.<\/p>\n
Which probably means I’m not going to get my standup comedy book back from her. And her portrait is going to sit in my car till it fades away.<\/p>\n