[British and American Showbiz] Weekdays

I used to think I would spend my life drifting along like a dead fish in still water: interning, getting hired full-time, or interning, getting fired, then interning again. It's not that I never fantasized about success, making a fortune while I was young and buying a penthouse in New York or LA, partying every night and getting blackout drunk. But everyone in the world fantasizes about it, and only one percent succeed or are born successful. So I cut off those thoughts early, stuffing all that unrealistic stuff into my dreams: money, and games set in the real world.

But I never expected to meet him when I was twenty-two: Jesse Eisenberg. I wasn't as bold and open as I was in my dreams, while he was still a little flustered and socially awkward. We stood face to face under the blazing July sun in the Northern Hemisphere, scratching our heads.

That day, he finally remembered to ask my name. I told him my name was Jane, though he might still call me Miss Will. People always cling to a little hope, so I secretly prayed to God that I would hear him call me Jane in that adorable voice of his.

It seemed like my dream had come true, but somehow it wasn't quite what I'd imagined. Jesse smiled and told me that his fat cat was also named Jane.

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