I think Sucker is about getting into a situation thinking it's one thing, say a party at a record executive's estate or something like that.
Then as the evening wears on, she starts to think, "Oh, are these guys..."
She sees them all eating spring rolls or tempura or something and shrugs off her suspicions.
Maybe she starts to think, "oh, well even if they are... this.. this could be.. fun..." then...
WHOOMP. There it is.
Worse than she even thought it could be.
"Holy... those rumors about... oh, no.. it must have been..."
Then it gets worse. "Oh Holy holy..."
Then someone sees the look on her face. You know the one.
That look that says you can't unsee what you just saw and you can't hide your shock as you grab your bag and start walking hard at the door.
The guy who saw the look whispers something to the guy who works for the guy who just did the thing. Then he whispers something to the guy who does other things for the guy. I'm talking about the guy who makes things... disappear.
She's walking down the drive, looking for her cute little sports car. It's brand new. It's red. But she's... confused. Maybe they put something in her champers?
Then she hears footsteps behind her, picking up speed. She's almost running now. The footsteps fall heavier. He's walks faster.
What can you do if you don't have the breath control?
I think Sucker is about getting into a situation thinking it's one thing, say a party at a record executive's estate or something like that.
Then as the evening wears on, she starts to think, "Oh, are these guys..."
She sees them all eating spring rolls or tempura or something and shrugs off her suspicions.
Maybe she starts to think, "oh, well even if they are... this.. this could be.. fun..." then...
WHOOMP. There it is.
Worse than she even thought it could be.
"Holy... those rumors about... oh, no.. it must have been..."
Then it gets worse. "Oh Holy holy..."
Then someone sees the look on her face. You know the one.
That look that says you can't unsee what you just saw and you can't hide your shock as you grab your bag and start walking hard at the door.
The guy who saw the look whispers something to the guy who works for the guy who just did the thing. Then he whispers something to the guy who does other things for the guy. I'm talking about the guy who makes things... disappear.
She's walking down the drive, looking for her cute little sports car. It's brand new. It's red. But she's... confused. Maybe they put something in her champers?
Then she hears footsteps behind her, picking up speed. She's almost running now. The footsteps fall heavier. He's walks faster.
What can you do if you don't have the breath control?