David Gordon walked up to the hotel front desk. He gave the hotel clerk
his driver's license and waited as the clerk confirmed his reservation.
David was in San Francisco to start filming his first movie. He was 23
years old, having just graduated from film school. He had just gotten
financial backing from Jerry Lee, a Sillicon Valley dot.com billionaire who
was eager to produce a mainstream film about the internet. A few months
ago, David pitched to Jerry a film about the postmodern counter-culture of
internet chatrooms. Jerry fell in love with Gordo's pitch and promised him
5 million dollars to begin production of his film. David jumped at the
opportunity, and that led him to San Francisco, to begin his filmmaking
career.
As David continued to wait at the front desk, he noticed the name tag of the hotel clerk. It read, "Lizzie Jansen." He saw the name and immediately began thinking about his best friend, Lizzie McGuire. He closed his eyes and winced with regret, as the last time he had spoken with Lizzie was six months ago, when he and Lizzie fought over the phone.
******************* Six Months Ago*********************
David: Lizzie, I'm just trying to be honest. Really, I don't understand what you see in Stewart."
Lizzie: Gordo, what has Stewart ever done to you? Ohmigosh, I don't get why you hate him so much! What's going on, Gordo?
David: Look, Lizzie, I just see the way he treats you. You've been going out with him for two years, and honestly, I still don't get it. He's a nice guy, but he's a complete flake! I've seen you guys together, and he doesn't treat you the way you should be treated."
Lizzie: (silence) How should I be treated, Gordo?
David: (silence). Ummm..
Lizzie: well? Hello?? earth to Gordo..
David: (laughs) You know what I mean, Lizzie.
Lizzie: uh, no I don't. Gordo. So why don't you tell me! How *should* Stewart treat me?
David: geez, McGuire, have you ever thought of becoming a lawyer? You sure know how to cross-exam with the best of them.
Lizzie: Thank you, Mr. Gordon. But, you're being an evasive witness. You're not answering the question. Objection!!!!!
David:: (laughter)
Lizzie: Hey, maybe I should become a lawyer!
David: I love it when you laugh, Lizzie.
Lizzie: Uh, still not answering the question, Goooor-doooo.
David: (laughter). Okay, okay. You've got me, McGuire. I give up.
Lizzie: Thank you, thank you very much. Now, answer the question!!!!
David: okay, look Lizzie, I just care about you, that's all, and I don't like seeing you getting hurt. I know you haven't talked about it with me, but I can sense it whenever we talk. There's just something that's missing with you and Stewart. You don't love him. I know it.
Lizzie: that's not true. I think he's, um, perfect for me. Yes. Perfect.
David: then, why do you call me to tell me each time he's hurt you? Why talk to me? He's your boyfriend, the person you should be able to confide in the most. And yet, you call me whenever he does something to make you miserable.
Lizzie: well. . . (silence).
David: you know you're my best friend, Lizzie, and I just think that you deserve so much more than what that guy can give you.
Lizzie: (softly).Gordo, please, I know you don't approve of Stewart, I've known that ever since Stewart and I started dating.
David: really, Lizzie? You've known all along what I think about him?
Lizzie: uhhh, YEAH!!! Of course! I know you too well, Gordo.
David: urrrr, damn, you McGuire, you are the devil, you know that?
Lizzie: Yes, yes, yes.yes, I'm satan incarnate!!!! Ha-ha- Haaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!
David: hey! I'm being serious!!!
Lizzie: (silence. Quiet). Me, too, Gordo. Me, too. (pause) Gordo, you mean the world to me, and all I want is for you to support me in my decision. I want to be with Stewart. Can't you accept that?
David: solemn silence.
Lizzie: Gordo?? Are you still there?
David: (in a quiet, monotone voice). I'm still here, Lizzie.
Lizzie: Well, tell me what you're thinking.
David: I'm thinking, well, I'm thinking, that. . .
Lizzie: what?
David: that.I can't stand by and see you ruin your life. Lizzie, Stewart just isn't right for you! I know it. And I know you know it too.
Lizzie: Gordo, if you can't accept Stewart, that means you can't accept me. You can't trust me.
David: no, no, no, no no, I trust you, it's Stewart that I don't trust.
Lizzie: no, you don't trust me, Gordo. What kind of best friend doesn't trust in his best friend? Tell me, Gordo.
David: Lizzie. . .
Lizzie: (her voice starts to crack).umm, Gordo, I have to go, okay?
David: Lizzie, I'm sorry, please don't---
Lizzie: I just have to go, that's all. I've got ummmm, chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven. I've got to take them out.
David: Lizzie,. don't go. Stay with me.
Lizzie: I've got to go---the cookies are starting to burn. Okay? I'll, um, talk to you later, okay?
David: Lizzie. . . .
Lizzie: good-bye Gordo.
David: Li--- [click..bmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm].
Lizzie was gone.
David kept holding the phone to his ear, dumbfounded.
And he hadn't spoken with Lizzie since.
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Mr. Gordon, your reservation's confirmed. You'll be staying in room 333.
"Thank you.." David took the room card from the hotel clerk and made his way to the elevator. As he walked to his room, he was still in a daze, thinking about his estranged friend, Lizzie McGuire, thinking about just how much he missed her. . .
A half-hour after David Gordon had checked into his room, a young blonde woman walked up to the hotel front desk. She gave her driver's license to the hotel clerk, and waited for the room card to her room.
The hotel clerk looked at the driver's license, and exclaimed, "Hey, you have the same name I do! Neat!"
Lizzie McGuire smiled at the hotel clerk, and let out an unenthusiastic, "yeah, neat." She had just flown across the country and was not in the mood for much chit chat. She tried to be pleasant, but she realized she just didn't have it in her. "Can you just give me the card to my room?"
"Oh, sure, Ms. McGuire. Here you are, you're in room 335."
"Thank you." With that note, Lizzie McGuire walked to the elevator and went up to her room.
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As David continued to wait at the front desk, he noticed the name tag of the hotel clerk. It read, "Lizzie Jansen." He saw the name and immediately began thinking about his best friend, Lizzie McGuire. He closed his eyes and winced with regret, as the last time he had spoken with Lizzie was six months ago, when he and Lizzie fought over the phone.
******************* Six Months Ago*********************
David: Lizzie, I'm just trying to be honest. Really, I don't understand what you see in Stewart."
Lizzie: Gordo, what has Stewart ever done to you? Ohmigosh, I don't get why you hate him so much! What's going on, Gordo?
David: Look, Lizzie, I just see the way he treats you. You've been going out with him for two years, and honestly, I still don't get it. He's a nice guy, but he's a complete flake! I've seen you guys together, and he doesn't treat you the way you should be treated."
Lizzie: (silence) How should I be treated, Gordo?
David: (silence). Ummm..
Lizzie: well? Hello?? earth to Gordo..
David: (laughs) You know what I mean, Lizzie.
Lizzie: uh, no I don't. Gordo. So why don't you tell me! How *should* Stewart treat me?
David: geez, McGuire, have you ever thought of becoming a lawyer? You sure know how to cross-exam with the best of them.
Lizzie: Thank you, Mr. Gordon. But, you're being an evasive witness. You're not answering the question. Objection!!!!!
David:: (laughter)
Lizzie: Hey, maybe I should become a lawyer!
David: I love it when you laugh, Lizzie.
Lizzie: Uh, still not answering the question, Goooor-doooo.
David: (laughter). Okay, okay. You've got me, McGuire. I give up.
Lizzie: Thank you, thank you very much. Now, answer the question!!!!
David: okay, look Lizzie, I just care about you, that's all, and I don't like seeing you getting hurt. I know you haven't talked about it with me, but I can sense it whenever we talk. There's just something that's missing with you and Stewart. You don't love him. I know it.
Lizzie: that's not true. I think he's, um, perfect for me. Yes. Perfect.
David: then, why do you call me to tell me each time he's hurt you? Why talk to me? He's your boyfriend, the person you should be able to confide in the most. And yet, you call me whenever he does something to make you miserable.
Lizzie: well. . . (silence).
David: you know you're my best friend, Lizzie, and I just think that you deserve so much more than what that guy can give you.
Lizzie: (softly).Gordo, please, I know you don't approve of Stewart, I've known that ever since Stewart and I started dating.
David: really, Lizzie? You've known all along what I think about him?
Lizzie: uhhh, YEAH!!! Of course! I know you too well, Gordo.
David: urrrr, damn, you McGuire, you are the devil, you know that?
Lizzie: Yes, yes, yes.yes, I'm satan incarnate!!!! Ha-ha- Haaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!
David: hey! I'm being serious!!!
Lizzie: (silence. Quiet). Me, too, Gordo. Me, too. (pause) Gordo, you mean the world to me, and all I want is for you to support me in my decision. I want to be with Stewart. Can't you accept that?
David: solemn silence.
Lizzie: Gordo?? Are you still there?
David: (in a quiet, monotone voice). I'm still here, Lizzie.
Lizzie: Well, tell me what you're thinking.
David: I'm thinking, well, I'm thinking, that. . .
Lizzie: what?
David: that.I can't stand by and see you ruin your life. Lizzie, Stewart just isn't right for you! I know it. And I know you know it too.
Lizzie: Gordo, if you can't accept Stewart, that means you can't accept me. You can't trust me.
David: no, no, no, no no, I trust you, it's Stewart that I don't trust.
Lizzie: no, you don't trust me, Gordo. What kind of best friend doesn't trust in his best friend? Tell me, Gordo.
David: Lizzie. . .
Lizzie: (her voice starts to crack).umm, Gordo, I have to go, okay?
David: Lizzie, I'm sorry, please don't---
Lizzie: I just have to go, that's all. I've got ummmm, chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven. I've got to take them out.
David: Lizzie,. don't go. Stay with me.
Lizzie: I've got to go---the cookies are starting to burn. Okay? I'll, um, talk to you later, okay?
David: Lizzie. . . .
Lizzie: good-bye Gordo.
David: Li--- [click..bmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm].
Lizzie was gone.
David kept holding the phone to his ear, dumbfounded.
And he hadn't spoken with Lizzie since.
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Mr. Gordon, your reservation's confirmed. You'll be staying in room 333.
"Thank you.." David took the room card from the hotel clerk and made his way to the elevator. As he walked to his room, he was still in a daze, thinking about his estranged friend, Lizzie McGuire, thinking about just how much he missed her. . .
A half-hour after David Gordon had checked into his room, a young blonde woman walked up to the hotel front desk. She gave her driver's license to the hotel clerk, and waited for the room card to her room.
The hotel clerk looked at the driver's license, and exclaimed, "Hey, you have the same name I do! Neat!"
Lizzie McGuire smiled at the hotel clerk, and let out an unenthusiastic, "yeah, neat." She had just flown across the country and was not in the mood for much chit chat. She tried to be pleasant, but she realized she just didn't have it in her. "Can you just give me the card to my room?"
"Oh, sure, Ms. McGuire. Here you are, you're in room 335."
"Thank you." With that note, Lizzie McGuire walked to the elevator and went up to her room.
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