The Weight of Our Dreams » Places

         This taxi rider was the most cynical guy Karen had ever met. He spent his entire time cracking jokes on the women who walked by. That was just wrong. "Look there she seems to have missed the notice that color is not even in style anymore. " His comment cracked him up.
"Is this all you do?" Karen glared at the taxi driver through the side mirror.
"Be thankful that I am showing respect towards you."
"Why can't you show respect to them?"
"They are not listening to me. So why not?" She was NOT going to tip this guy. "Noe if I were to cimment on your appearence you wouldn't pay me."
"Do tell, I have to pay you regardless." He chuckled again. It was starting to get on her nerves.
"You are Korean? So tell me why is it that you come dressed in those rags, and with hopes of meeting Mr. Hyun . There are many others with those hopes that have come to Korea in order to fullfil them. But these people, don't get anywhere because they have no respect for a culture that thrives off of appearance both locally and internationaly. " Karen could care less what the idiot was saying. As they pulled up to a hotel not so far from the airport, a large crowd outside caught her attention. "I suggest you go and get extentions, and more feminine clothing."
"How much do I owe you?" She yelled springing from her seat and out the door.
"What currency do you have on you?"
"American....how much?!" He thought about this.
"Just 40 dollars." Karen grabbed her wallet, picked out the money and flung it at him. "Hey! How rude!" The crowd was beginning to disperse, she had to run faster. But by the time she got there she only caught a glimpse of the bodyguards as they entered the hotel. Damn, she thought. Karen bent down to pick up her cap, that fell of when she stopped. A young girl skipped by, and she stopped her.
"Hey... Do you know who was here a little while ago?"
"Why. Yoon Choi of course." Then she pulled out a paper. "Look I got her autograph!" Karen snatched the paper out of her hands. Maybe this girl would be nice enough to listen to the cd she had recorded at home. The girl seemed nice enough, then again if she wasn't Karen had to becomr her newest stalket. "Hey give it back!! Its mine!" The little girl pouted, but she couldn't hear her. All that was going through her head was the possibility of becoming famous. Now came the hard part: finding out which room ahe was oin. She folded up the paper abd stuffed it in her loose jeans' backpocket. "Hey! Thats stealing!!!"