Then, I wonder

So, two days ago, I watch this gala thingy. The red carpet moment and all. I watched VVIP Guest come out of their car. The man with the suit, open the car door. People were cheering on this line behind them. Men with camera was taking as much picture as they can. Then, there was a reporter, like the one on E! It was all so glam and - I don't know how to describe it because I've never been into one of those fancy party before. I wonder how it would feel to come out of that limo wearing beautiful expensive dress, got all people eyes on me, men try to take pictures of me, and people actually cheer for me. Then, I wonder how would it feel to be the reporter. So close to the superstar, having the chance to actually talk about meaningless shit with them. Then, I wonder how would it feel to be the guy with suit. The one who opens every superstar's car door. And yet he actually so close to them, he might also could smell their cologne. The wonderful thing about the unknown is that its make us keep wondering. I don't know what the superstar might be wondering when they stepped out of their limo. How's my new album progress? Should I make a book about myself? Should I eat sushi tonight? Or maybe whats on the reporter's mind? Will my kids watch this clip? Is my hair looks alright? Or maybe the guy with suit. Where did they buy this stuff? Is this the one my kid has been talking about? What should I say to them? Should I say something? Or should I not? We thought about a lot of thing, everyday, every passing hours, every freaking minutes, every fuckin second. every nano mili mega second. What's on your mind right now? Do you wondering what's in mine? Well, let me tell you. I'm wondering what's on yours. 5/26/15 A