Allen Parker Short Story

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OVERRATED The brand-new, yellow-and-black Bugatti Veyron had attracted the attention of the pedestrians and the travelers of the streets of Newfoundland and The Dolby Highway as it sped, leaving them behind. But now it had parked itself impassively, at the entrance of The Roosevelt Hotel, Los Angeles, patiently awaiting its stardom bound owner to get out. Allen Parker, the owner of such a prestigious car, viewed himself in the mirror, carefully checked himself all over again to ensure that not even a hair was out of place, adjusted his tie slightly and then became gleeful with feelings of completeness and satisfaction. He was immensely successful which made him happy. Stardom had been his mantra for life, his dream ever since he…show more content…
He was happy with his own self and also with his world of fame which many would literally kill to obtain. He was satisfied with the way he did things and the results he obtained from them. When Allen opened the door of his car, the ecstatic and crazy reaction from the crowd was just what he had expected. He would have been disappointed if they had not gone gaga over him. They no longer cared about themselves. They thronged the streets, ran onto his car and surrounded it. He could hear the high pitched shrills of the girls even before he could get out. Some even fainted at the sight of him. Allen Parker secretly enjoyed such attention from his die-hard fans. He rejoiced in their craziness and passion for his stardom. His lips cracked open into a broad smile and he thanked his lucky stars as he got out of the car. Allen had only put one foot on the ground and was just about to put the other one down, when he realized that he was being photographed. Pictures of him were taken, not just by one photographer but, by almost the entire flood of people who had gathered around him. They screamed his name so loudly and shrilly at the top of their voices. Allen could ask for nothing more. He was tremendously…show more content…
He was completely over the moon. Yet for the people, he appeared to be modest and humble. He displayed his acknowledgement, pleasure and admiration for them by waving at them. It was then that the crowd became frenzied. Nearly a dozen teenagers approached him and asked for his autograph. He happily obliged and took pictures with them. He also made it a point to shake hands with some elders, enquired after their health and also kissed the small children, who were there blinking at him, on their cheeks. Meanwhile, the guests who were awaiting the entry of Allen Parker must have known about his arrival, for some of them came down to the streets with a broad smile and welcomed him inside. They presented him with bouquets of various flowers which he just passed on to his assistants. Then they ushered him inside, welcoming him to the Ninth Lily Hall of the hotel. Just before he could enter the hotel, Allen turned towards the gathering and waved a final good-bye to the crowd. He sent a kiss in their direction and then turned to go inside. Even as he moved towards the direction of the hotel, he could still hear the cheers of the crowd. Their cheers encouraged him and sent a shiver down his
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