I dreamt last night that I was hanging out with Maggie Rogers, one of my favorite musicians. We were at the community theater I grew up in, visiting in the lobby on the black vinyl benches, the fabric splitting from age, held together by silver frames. It obviously wasn’t our first time meeting but you could also tell it was a newer friendship. Eventually she had to leave to do “celebrity stuff.” With no tact I asked her if I could come to her celebrity stuff. Her response was tender, “No, you can’t. I like to keep my friendships separate from that side of my life when I can.”
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I dreamt last night that I was hanging out with Maggie Rogers, one of my favorite musicians. We were at the community theater I grew up in, visiting in the lobby on the black vinyl benches, the fabric splitting from age, held together by silver frames. It obviously wasn’t our first time meeting but you could also tell it was a newer friendship. Eventually she had to leave to do “celebrity stuff.” With no tact I asked her if I could come to her celebrity stuff. Her response was tender, “No, you can’t. I like to keep my friendships separate from that side of my life when I can.”