Oh, a model really? I imagine you’re probably good at that. A novel, about modelling? Or about being bored easily? Sure you won’t get bored of writing it? Maybe that’s why you stopped.
Johnny, hey that’s not bad. Like Johnny Cash or Johnny Rotten! John’s simpler though you’re right. Mr Smith…now you sound like one of my kids. Maybe you want a drama lesson?
And why exactly is that, Mr. Smith? If that’s a jab at my height then… well, I get that a lot, actually. Apparently the name Amy is too difficult to remember. No, it’s not… It’s just a novel. Nothing to do with me, really. Just fiction, things I’ve come up with in my head. Usually ‘round turn four in the morning when I’m sleeping.
I haven’t stopped! I’m just… Just a bit blocked, is all. I’m always writing, I’m just not always writing things of use. I just have a bit trouble finishing things, is all. My current one is just sort about forming it all together. Actually, funny, you remind me of one of my characters with that stupid bow tie on.
Oh, God. Alright, I must remember never to call you Johnny again. I think I’m alright in that department, John. Perhaps if you offered English lessons as well? I’ve sort of got a full-time drama lesson that I like to refer to as my job.
Is it really that boring? See, I would’ve thought that - being a model, and that - you’re always busy doing photoshoots and running back and forth between hair and makeup.
What do you write about, then? Surely there’s got to be some kind of adventure. We’re in London, one of the busiest cities in the world!
It’s not really all that horrible, if I’m honest. It was quite fun, at first. But, I suppose, even when you’re doing something different each day even that seems a bit typical. The shoots are very rushed, for one, and there’s little time left to enjoy them when you’ve got a photographer, director, makeup and hair artists screaming in your ear.
Well, that’s the question, isn’t it? I don’t think I’d be having nearly as much trouble if I knew the answer to that. Often I’ll wake up just passed four in the morning with an entirely new idea, and none of them ever seemed to get finished.
Currently I’ve got this young girl called Kate, and she meets this mad scientist type of bloke, and he sort of just changes all her perspectives of the world, sort of changes her life, just by this one single conversation. It’s mostly the filling in the blanks that I have trouble with.
So what do you do, then? Any adventures of your own?
Why, what do you do, Amy Pond? You look like a a bit of a dreamer. Maybe you should have picked something you’d find more fun and entertaining. What’s the point of doing boring stuff when you’re able to do something you love.
You don’t even need to know a lot of things, just pretend you do!
Yes, i’m a drama teacher! I teach all the dramay-stuff!
You can call me John Smith. Because it’s my name.
Well, it’s a fair bit complicated, I think. I bounce around jobs from time to time. I get a bit bored easily, I suppose. I work as a model in London currently. Not quite as adventurous as you’d think it would be. I’ve been working on a novel, but it hasn’t gone very far yet.
Dramay stuff? Is that even a word? Shouldn’t teachers know actual English words, Mr. Smith?
Alright, then. John Smith it is. Or just John. Johnny? No, just John. Definitely just John.
I didn’t want to go home. Nor did the kids, apparently that’s unusual. Guess that means it went well. More than well, very well.
I suppose that has to do with enjoying one’s career, which not everyone has the privilege of. I assume you would be a teacher or professor of some sort, then? If not, I might have a question or two about these kids.
Oh, I’m Amy. Amy Pond.
I thought nine to five jobs were supposed to be the boring ones? But this - day in and day out, day in and day out, all over again. Tell me again why I decided to be a model of all things?
I can’t even write anymore, I’m all blocked up. Where’s the adventure gone?