The rude crowd gathered around me like a pack of wolves, the flashes of their cameras making it hard for me to see. "Catalina! Look over here!" I ignored all of them, and kept walking into the theater. " "Catalina! Cat-" was all I heard before I stepped into the roomy, almost empty theater. I took a deep breath, taking my sunglasses off, slipping them into my purse. I slowly walked up to the concession stand, strands of my wavy dark chocolate brown hair sticking to my sweaty back. "I'll have a bottle of water and a small popcorn, please," I ordered, as I leaned against the warm counter. I took in a whiff of salt and butter, a smile spreading across my face. "Ma'am... Uh... Your popcorn and water..." the acne faced young boy behind the counter muttered. "Uh, right," I dug through my bag, pulling out my wallet, slamming five dollars on the counter. "Enough?" I asked. "Five dollars short," he snickered. "Jesus, this place is ex-pen-sive," I moaned, as I lay five more dollars down. "Thanks," the boy said, slipping the money in the register. I snatched my things, walking to the ticket line. There were a few people in line, some staring at me in awe, some asking for my autograph, and some didn't even know who I was. "One ticket to 'Dark Shadows' please," I sighed. "You're Catalina Monett! Will you sign my face?!" the girl behind the counter squealed. "Uh... I don't have time. I have to get to the show-" "Oh please! I promise I won't ask for anything else!" "I said I don't have time! Give me my ticket!" I spat. "O-Okay," she shuddered. I ripped the ticket from her frail hand, storming into the room, taking a seat. "Sone people..." ------ Just a small taste. Feedback?