Watching the Open

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I feel nostalgic. It was only a few years ago that I was at the French Open. I still remember the feel of the court under my feet and the eyes of the world upon me! I remember the feel of the ball as it hit my racket. I remember the cheers. I remember all of that and I miss it. I had so much fun.

I never went to Australia. I am no longer a professional, but I still watch each match and wonder how I would measure up against them all. But I think my agent will be forbidding me from watching the rest. He says I will get wrinkles and ruin my looks sighing like that. He says I must be at my most beautiful because the Valentine's Shoots are us. He says if I do this, then he will talk to a director for me about a part in a drama.

He says this every time. I think I need to talk to Herr Atobe. I need a change, or at least an agent that will let me watch tennis.

Comments

[demoneyesakaya.livejournal.com]

You can't let someone say that gaining weight is bad. There, better now?

[not-the-habu.livejournal.com]

I suppose. But do you really think I need to gain weight? Am I that bad?

[demoneyesakaya.livejournal.com]

You're not bad, don't think like that! You're kind of skinny, but you have reason to be. I'm just saying that if you gained weight, it wouldn't be a bad thing. You have wiggle room.