Fic Carmy to Show Carmy
An except from my story We Could Be
âWhy do you hate the idea of getting a star so much?â she asked suddenly.
Carmy sighed. âI donât just hate it. I fucking hate it.â
She raised an eyebrow.
He huffed. âWhy do you want it so badly?â
She raised her other eyebrow as if he didnât know. âBecause it could make us super successful? Because itâs a tangible result of our hard work. You know I like results.â
He shook his head. âYou donât need to tie your value to something like that.â
She glared at him. âSays the person who has had multiple stars.â
âAnd it was a fucking nightmare.â he said, nodding. He turned to face her. âLook, Syd. Iâm not trying to shit on your dreams or ambition, but I need you to understand why Iâm so against it. There are benefits, yes, but the cost of it is too fucking high. The pressure is incredible. Iâve seen people lose their minds over it. Iâve had colleagues take their own lives because of it. You get one, you try to go for two and then three all the while youâre obsessed maintaining it. You lose yourself. Your creativity, and for what? I donât want that for you Sydney. Youâre tooâspecial to lose yourself to such bullshit.â
Carmy, Listen, sir please...you've lost yahswelf.


















