Imaginary Socialite

Scene: the back of a very jammed party in a rickety vintage box on West Broadway. To your left, Mischa. To your right, all the reasons to walk away.

Imaginary Socialite: Hi.

Made 4 Chanel: Heyyyyy.

Imaginary Socialite: Dude, did we change the rules yet? Are we talking to each other again?

Made 4 Chanel: No, actually.

Imaginary Socialite: Okay. I’ll get out of your way then.

Made 4 Chanel: Hey, wait. Hold up. Your lipstick, you’ve got some right - wait, come here. I just want you to fix this one corner…

Imaginary Socialite: Nope. You can’t tell me what I need to fix if we’re not talking!

Made 4 Chanel: Oh yeah…

Imaginary Socialite: K bye.

Made 4 Chanel: Talk to you later.

Imaginary Socialite: But we’re not talking!

Made 4 Chanel: Yeah, but… whatever. I mean…

Imaginary Socialite: You’re totally laughing. I made you laugh.

Made 4 Chanel: Yeah. That’s not a surprise.

The Imaginary Socialite runs all the way home. The end.

[DORTHEA JORGANSEN - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

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