"Mr. Diaz, I'm over here."
Harrison Clark shouted, raising his hand.
As James Diaz looked up, the gloom on his face quickly vanished.
The electric cart clumsily made a turn and headed towards Harrison.
"Mr. Clark, it's been a few months since we last met, and I could hardly recognize you. When I first heard of you, you were an incredible musician. Just when I was considering how to invite you to create a theme song for my movie, you became an internet superhero. And when I was wondering how to get you to join my cast as an actor, you suddenly transformed into a scientist. I even suspect you might have one of those aliens from Men in Black controlling you," James joked.
Harrison laughed, "Barry Sonnenfeld is a remarkable sci-fi director."
"Yes, I admire him too. But I think I'm even better," James winked.
It seemed the seemingly elegant and gentle James had a playful, American sense of humor.
Harrison gave a thumbs-up, "Absolutely."
They chatted leisurely for a while.
