The Price Of Fame

The agency sends special girls.
Stare into their eyes long enough, and you become them.
Mind-Body Psychic Transfer, they call it.
What people do, well, that’s their business, as long as they pay, and don’t get the girls hurt.
I work for this Hollywood star who pays a fortune to get away from himself.
He can go to dinner, or just walk around without getting harassed or chased by paparazzi.
Or, he’ll have the girl walk him around, and he’ll watch the crowds swarm, begging for autographs.
Weird? Yeah.
But I don’t judge. As long as he’s back for rehearsals.

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