Fic Carmy to Show Carmy
An except from my story We Could Be
“Why do you hate the idea of getting a star so much?” she asked suddenly.
Carmy sighed. “I don’t just hate it. I fucking hate it.”
She raised an eyebrow.
He huffed. “Why do you want it so badly?”
She raised her other eyebrow as if he didn’t know. “Because it could make us super successful? Because it’s a tangible result of our hard work. You know I like results.”
He shook his head. “You don’t need to tie your value to something like that.”
She glared at him. “Says the person who has had multiple stars.”
“And it was a fucking nightmare.” he said, nodding. He turned to face her. “Look, Syd. I’m not trying to shit on your dreams or ambition, but I need you to understand why I’m so against it. There are benefits, yes, but the cost of it is too fucking high. The pressure is incredible. I’ve seen people lose their minds over it. I’ve had colleagues take their own lives because of it. You get one, you try to go for two and then three all the while you’re obsessed maintaining it. You lose yourself. Your creativity, and for what? I don’t want that for you Sydney. You’re too—special to lose yourself to such bullshit.”
Carmy, Listen, sir please...you've lost yahswelf.
