Fame

"Isn't this exciting, Donnie?" Lina's squirming like a little kid in her seat across from him.

Don stares out the window as the limousine draws smoothly up to the curb. All those people, all the reporters, the flashbulbs, the microphones, waiting for . . . what? He catches sight of his own face and Lina's, on a magazine clutched by a hyperventilating teenager. His airbrushed image looks dreamy-eyed and romantic and completely not the way he feels when Lina's around.

He squirms a bit himself, inwardly.

"Yeah," he says, flatly, as the limo door opens and the crowd erupts. "Exciting."