Dream
After being honorably sent home from my mission for medical [mutant] reasons, my Dad sent me on a trip to Washington DC where I would spend the day with a powerful attorney.The day was boring and I only saw my Dad's friend once; the rest of the time I spent shuffling papers with only of the many legal-secretaries that he had.
At the end of the day, "Mr. Rockafeller" gave me a ticket to a formal gathering. He said I could think of it as a ball without the dancing. Then he gave me the address of his personal tailor who would find something suitable for me to wear.
Once I was outfitted in a $1500 tuxado, I made my way to the danceless ball. There, Mrs. Rockafeller picked me out of the crowd and introduced me to her son so that he would show me around and help me meet new people.
The son ditched me. So I found a small group of girls to mingle with. I told them about my situation and they all took terrific pity on me. (Can I just say, that these girls were GORGEOUS! They were pretty to start out with, but their gowns made them look stunning!)
They invited me to leave the party and attend a play with them. We sat down together at a very exclusive playhouse. The curtain opened and watched a play about a bunch of rich kids expressing their love for the arts in rebellion of their wealthy parents' desires for them; not unlike RENT.
When the play was through, I noticed that most everyone from the previous party was now sitting in the crowd; the parents on one side and the young adults on the other. It was time for me to go, so I decided to offer my gratitude to the Rockafellers in front of their other rich friends hoping that I might meet some of them too.
I had the PERFECT dialogue going. The Rockafellers didn't mind being praised in front of their friends one bit. In return, they introduced me to some of their friends who also happened to be national business leaders. I kissed all the ladies' hands and firmly took the hands of the men in the circle. They joked with me about how their daughters thought I was the catch of the night. In a strategic move, I confessed that however much I would enjoy a date with one of them, I understood that "it wasn't my place" to pursue their debutantes.
One of the men in in the circle particularly stole my attention. He owned and operated a massive experimental research facility that had multiple contracts with the government. His son was one of the actor's in the play. I spoke to him of how I was like his son and had a passion for the arts, but understood that I needed to sacrifice to provide for my family. He loved hearing this. I told him about a promising business model for a product that I had created but fell threw because my investors pulled out. I told him that I was still struggling to recover from the blow, but would keep working and not give up on the dream.The man seemed enthusiastic about helping me succeed. He saw how I got along with the young ladies [they were looking at me still] and he saw the respect that I held for his ethics and ideologies. He finally gave me his business card and told me to call him the next time I needed help getting an idea off the ground.
I thanked him graciously and made my final goodbyes.
Should I tell him about my mutant powers? Is that how I'm suppose to become rich?
Analysis
I am preoccupied with success and power.
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