While he was waiting for the bill of the table number 6, he closed his eyes for a few seconds and imagined himself in the cover of the most prestigious magazines, he imagined hundreds and hundreds of paparazzi stalking him on the street as they shoot their flashes to him, he imagined his millions of fans screaming his name and asking for his autograph...
The bell ringed, the bill was ready, he opened his eyes and sighted.
"Some day, some day..." He told himself while he took the bill to the table 6, where they complained about the restaurant's high prices and didn't even left him a tip.
The end.
