Authors Anonymous Page #8

to finish first.

I told you it was simply

research, poodles.

I don't understand how all

this could happen. Just...

Idea for novel.

Here, take it.

Maybe you can use some of

my ideas in your novel.

Henry.

Henry, wait.

Henry, I-I wanna read that.

Henry, do you think we could

talk for just a second?

Henry, wait!

Henry, Henry.

I'm sorry.

Strudel shipped out.

She wanted to stay, but uh...

I just didn't have time

for a relationship...

Especially not now, you know?

With the way my book

is selling, you know?

She uh...

Well she was collateral damage.

Hated it.

Just hated it.

What a dame.

Sigrid.

She had the smarts of my first

wife, the body of my second,

and thank God she wasn't

anything like my third wife.

Yeah.

Yeah, I did the right thing.

Yeah I did.

But now, all that matters is

that the roaring lion

book tour is about to begin.

And I can't wait to hit the

road, and meet the good people

of this great nation.

Good American people.

Isn't it exciting? Wah!

I'm so nervous.

It's crazy.

I don't really actually

know half the people here.

Most of them are

Richard's friends.

There he is.

Over there.

Nobody's shown up from

my old writing group.

Not one.

I guess I shouldn't

really be surprised.

I haven't heard from

anyone in months.

Ha. Well you just keep asking

me that, don't ya?

That's funny.

Um...

Yeah, no I still

can't think of one.

I'm going to go over there.

Hey you.

Thank you so much for coming.

Thank you.

Ok, hi, how are you?

Thank you so much for coming.

So sweet. Thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

Hey.

Oh my God.

Hi.

Henry!

Oh gosh, thank you.

I can't believe you came.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Hi.

You're the only one who

came from the group.

I just can't believe

you came to my signing.

Well it was hard to miss.

With that article

about you in people magazine.

I just wanted to come by and,

you know, see you and

tell you congratulations.

I'm really happy for you.

Thank you.

Henry.

Hello, how are you?

Hannah, please come back.

Your public.

Ok.

So, I'll let you get

back to it, huh?

Please stay.

No, Hannah, I can't.

I got a date...

With a flight attendant, so I

shouldn't keep her waiting.

Ok, well I guess you can't stay.

I'm sorry.

Just wait here for one second.

Hold on.

Oh Hannah.

I want you to have this.

Please take it.

Thanks.

Do you want to say

hello to Richard?

No.

No.

Come on Hannah.

Well your public awaits.

You better go greet them?

Ok.

Come here.

You look beautiful you know.

Hannah, we really do need you.

Woah!

Oh gosh.

Richard, Henry. Henry, Richard.

Big fan.

Well I did it.

I went to Hannah's book signing

and I congratulated her.

And supported her.

Writer to writer.

She dedicated her

book to me just like

she said she was gonna.

To Henry obert.

My forever friend.

Love Hannah.

It's nice.

This is why I love LA.

True story.

A guy delivers a pizza

to my house one night.

The very next week my wife has

someone in to clean the carpets.

Guess what.

Same guy.

Hmm.

Small world, isn't it?

So we get to talking.

He tells me his name's

Henry, the writer, who

just finished a manuscript.

Offers a discount on the

carpets if I'll read ten pages.

Now I liked his thinking.

So I read ten pages.

Wow.

Now I want to read ten more.

Before I knew it, I'd

finished the entire book.

Fresh voice, interesting

characters, and that ending.

The washed up impotent

novelist gunned down by the

jealous underemployed

pizza delivery man.

I mean this kid nailed it.

It is on the page.

You know what I mean?

So I want to sign

Mr. Henry obert.

Get pizza to go out there.

I predict a best seller.

Probably a movie too.

I'll call him with

the good news.

Or maybe I'll just

order a pizza.

Oh thank you very much.

You're welcome.

F Scott Fitzgerald.

Love, love, love his stuff.

Yeah. You know Fitzgerald?

"Gatsby believed in

the green light.

The orgiastic future that year

by year recedes before us.

It alluded us then,

but that's no matter.

Tomorrow we will run faster.

Stretch out our arms further."

I love that.

Yeah.

He died here, you know?

December 21st, 1940.

I go by there sometimes.

The place on Hayworth?

Is that weird that I do that?

I don't know,

people think I'm weird.

No.

Do you write?

I'm actually thinking of

joining a writing group.

Imagine that. We

both like Fitzgerald.

So, what is this? Some sort of

reality show or something?

Oh um, it's a documentary.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Wow, that's interesting.

What's it about?

It's about...

Excuse me. Wait, wait, wait!

Hi. One more thing.

Remember that question you were

asking me about my favorite

writer, and I never

had an answer.

Well it turns out

that I do have one.

Henry obert.

He is a great writer.

In fact.

He's a best selling author.

I knew him when.

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