Mark's P.O.V
I still stood behind a house and observed her, how she went into the house that their was apparently not. Then I went to me at home. My head was full of questions. Why didn't she know who I am? Didn't she hear ever of me? In Boston I'm famous and everybody know me. Probably she comes from another country. I put my glasses and the cap over the head, so that nobody recognized me. Thought-lost looked I on the ground and equivalent again to the left, where I saw myself in 'Calvin Klein' underwear. My model time was over, music I actually also stopped. Now I wanted to come in the moviebuisness far. Honestly said I was a little disappointed that she didn't know who I am. But perhaps it is also an advantage. I pulled from my thoughts as I girls heard screaming.
"That's Mark", they screamed.
They came to me, I gave them autographs and we made photos. But the only one I was interessed in was SHE.