hah what

“I’m sure he would love to hear that.”

“polyamory.”

“Maybe you’re just not trying hard enough. I haven’t seen you pass out with a suitcase for a pillow yet.”

“i dont take a suitcase with me to the festival grounds. what do you think i am? and animal?”

“well in that case i fail to see how you’re lacking time to sleep.”

“every time i try the tour manager yells at me.”

“not much of a life to stake but sure, i’ve got nothing else to do on this tour.”

“wow, that’s a mood”

“If we give you some extensions, would you mind filling in on a few Juliette stages for me then?”

“i’d love that. i was born to be a girl group star.”

“do people know you’re using their coats as a bed?”

“they don’t hafta know.”

“i doubt they’d notice if one person sleeps in, and if they do i’ll cover for you next time.”

“you promise? you’d stake your life on it?”

“no but you still have to do some behind the scenes work don’t you?”

“nope. i’m a marketing director and a booking agent-- kbs and mnet have both of those covered for the whole tour. my job was to forward schedules to my company. my company is currently like seven people.”

“good burn, right?”

“no; fuck you.”

“Look at it this way, you can always sleep when your dead.”

“is that a threat? are you gonna kill me?”

“which one?”

“b ITCH”

“Hold on, this is a vacation for you?”

“i mean, pretty much.”

“well then if you’re jobs already done how do you not have enough time to sleep?”

“the tour manager is mean.”

“where do you even nap in the convention center? is there a sofa somewhere i haven’t seen?”

“i make a bed out of coats.”

“why’d they bring you then?”

“arm candy, probably.”

“gross– how do you know where i sleep?”

“no, that’s not what i meant.”