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Dear Madame Brittney told me she was writing a little something for a scholarship and I asked her what it was and she answered with:
• If you could have lunch with any famous person, either living or dead, whom would you choose and why? Describe your conversation at lunch.
I found this pretty interesting and started pondering who exactly I would speak to. And I can't really choose one person. So, I feel the need to just go over this in narrative form. Here's my first option.
1. Chuck Palahniuk
The day began as any other; the sky slightly cloudy during the midday and the wind beginning to blow against the trees that stood tall next to the minuscule coffee shop tables. A man sitting at the table looked around at his surroundings, awaiting for the young adult he was meeting with to arrive. This man, Chuck Palahniuk, is the writer of various novels, such as Fight Club, Choke, Lullaby, and Stranger Than Fiction. The young man, myself, walks up to the coffee shop table; within his hands a copy of Invisible Monsters, his favorite novel by the author sitting just in front of him.
"Are you Juan?" The man asks, taking a moment from his people watching to look up at the young man in front of him. He nods instead of replying, lacking the ability to speak while standing in front of one of his heroes. Taking a seat, he finally gets enough courage and strength to actually say something and quickly blurts out, "It's an honor to meet you!" A chuckle emerges from the author and a grin spreads on his face. "I wouldn't really consider myself all that honorable," Chuck would say with yet another chuckle.
"What can I say? You're just a fucking badass," the young man would say, laughing as well. "I mean, any man who can write like you deserves to have someone tell him that it's an honor to meet him! Hell, I'd fucking propose to you right now if it wasn't for the fact that I just met you." The smile on the young mans face was an honest one, a show of true happiness of finally meeting someone who'd influenced him so much. "So, if you don't mind, I've already got one signed book, but I'd rather have another," he said, holding out the novel he'd been carrying, implying that he wanted it signed by the man in front of him.
"Why not," the author said simply, grabbing the book and flipping it open to sign. "So, you said you had some stuff to ask me?"
The young man nods and immediately begins to think about what to ask first. But, before he even gets a chance to say his first question, the other interrupts him and says, "You've got three questions, pick 'em right." A smirk appears on the mans face as he realizes that he's made the young man even more nervous about what exactly he could ask. There were so many possibilities rushing through his head, but no official ideas of what exactly to choose. "Fuck it," he said, deciding to get it over with. The first three questions that popped into his head would be the first and only three to escape his lips.
• If you could have lunch with any famous person, either living or dead, whom would you choose and why? Describe your conversation at lunch.
I found this pretty interesting and started pondering who exactly I would speak to. And I can't really choose one person. So, I feel the need to just go over this in narrative form. Here's my first option.
1. Chuck Palahniuk
The day began as any other; the sky slightly cloudy during the midday and the wind beginning to blow against the trees that stood tall next to the minuscule coffee shop tables. A man sitting at the table looked around at his surroundings, awaiting for the young adult he was meeting with to arrive. This man, Chuck Palahniuk, is the writer of various novels, such as Fight Club, Choke, Lullaby, and Stranger Than Fiction. The young man, myself, walks up to the coffee shop table; within his hands a copy of Invisible Monsters, his favorite novel by the author sitting just in front of him.
"Are you Juan?" The man asks, taking a moment from his people watching to look up at the young man in front of him. He nods instead of replying, lacking the ability to speak while standing in front of one of his heroes. Taking a seat, he finally gets enough courage and strength to actually say something and quickly blurts out, "It's an honor to meet you!" A chuckle emerges from the author and a grin spreads on his face. "I wouldn't really consider myself all that honorable," Chuck would say with yet another chuckle.
"What can I say? You're just a fucking badass," the young man would say, laughing as well. "I mean, any man who can write like you deserves to have someone tell him that it's an honor to meet him! Hell, I'd fucking propose to you right now if it wasn't for the fact that I just met you." The smile on the young mans face was an honest one, a show of true happiness of finally meeting someone who'd influenced him so much. "So, if you don't mind, I've already got one signed book, but I'd rather have another," he said, holding out the novel he'd been carrying, implying that he wanted it signed by the man in front of him.
"Why not," the author said simply, grabbing the book and flipping it open to sign. "So, you said you had some stuff to ask me?"
The young man nods and immediately begins to think about what to ask first. But, before he even gets a chance to say his first question, the other interrupts him and says, "You've got three questions, pick 'em right." A smirk appears on the mans face as he realizes that he's made the young man even more nervous about what exactly he could ask. There were so many possibilities rushing through his head, but no official ideas of what exactly to choose. "Fuck it," he said, deciding to get it over with. The first three questions that popped into his head would be the first and only three to escape his lips.