Okay. Imagine this scene.
You're talking casually with your younger brother (or sister or any other relations if this doesn't apply to you) about whatever that's been going on that day. Then, the topic switches to attending any recent concerts or shows lately. He starts telling you about thinking about going to one but don't know if he can or not because he hasn't gotten any money or something like that.
Then he suddenly realizes that he can go for one even though he doesn't really like the singer but he'll go anyway. He rings someone up and then a second later, Justin Timberlake appears at our door. The brother starts to talk casually with him like an old friend and you're awestruck by Justin Timberlake's presence there. (let's assume for continuity and easiness sake that you are a fan of Justin) Justin rambles on about having to do something around the area or something and that your brother was just calling him up with a favour that is getting choice front row seats at his concert on that very night in the very same city that you and your brother are at.
Amazing coincidences aren't they? They don't come as awesome as that anymore.
So to continue, Justin and the brother shake hands, say their goodbyes and Justin gives a slight acknowledgment of you standing agape at him and he's gone. Gone as quick and sleek as the slippery shiny singer dude he is.
And with that, the scene is cut and over. How's that for a dream eh? I wouldn't mind those JT concert tickets but seeing as there's about a few thousand kilometres between me and my younger brother, not to mention the sea, I don't see how he could teleport himself here to be ready for the show.
You're talking casually with your younger brother (or sister or any other relations if this doesn't apply to you) about whatever that's been going on that day. Then, the topic switches to attending any recent concerts or shows lately. He starts telling you about thinking about going to one but don't know if he can or not because he hasn't gotten any money or something like that.
Then he suddenly realizes that he can go for one even though he doesn't really like the singer but he'll go anyway. He rings someone up and then a second later, Justin Timberlake appears at our door. The brother starts to talk casually with him like an old friend and you're awestruck by Justin Timberlake's presence there. (let's assume for continuity and easiness sake that you are a fan of Justin) Justin rambles on about having to do something around the area or something and that your brother was just calling him up with a favour that is getting choice front row seats at his concert on that very night in the very same city that you and your brother are at.
Amazing coincidences aren't they? They don't come as awesome as that anymore.
So to continue, Justin and the brother shake hands, say their goodbyes and Justin gives a slight acknowledgment of you standing agape at him and he's gone. Gone as quick and sleek as the slippery shiny singer dude he is.
And with that, the scene is cut and over. How's that for a dream eh? I wouldn't mind those JT concert tickets but seeing as there's about a few thousand kilometres between me and my younger brother, not to mention the sea, I don't see how he could teleport himself here to be ready for the show.
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