I’m looking for an agent, and the song “I want you to want me” keeps rolling around in my head. I’ll shine up my old brown shoes and put on a brand new shirt if they say they want me. I’ll even get home early from work cuz I need them to need me.
I feel like I’m back in high school, right after my first boyfriend dumped me (Oh, Charlie), and I don’t have a date for the homecoming dance. Except: I really didn’t want to go to the homecoming dance. And I REALLY want to go to this dance.