- So, are you gonna be on the show? - Wolf asked me, as we left the down, heading towards the airport.
I really didn't want to talk, and just did my best to avoid it by looking through the window at the landscape.
- No.
- Why not? I bet you would get popular.
- I don't care bout stuff kile that.
- Yeah, sure... Everybody cares. You never wanted to be a rockstar? Movie actor, or famous sportsman?
- No.
- What's wrong with you?
- Can you fuck off?
He shook his head.
- You have to like something. What's your hobby? Or favorite music?
I sighed.
- Lately, I've been enjoying writing, and my favorite music, if you really have to know, is metal.
- Writing? Really?
- What's wrong with writing?
- Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You just don't strike me as the type that would write. Metal on the other hand... That fits you perfectly.
- Fits me? Why?
