Birds Of A Feather…
Tuesday December 1st
Las Vegas, Nevada 7 A.M
Super 8 Hotel
~*~OFF CAMERA~*~
It’s too early. At least, for me it is. Especially considering I got back to Vegas last night, and spent a while trying to figure out where the hell I was going to stay. I should have just went straight to Canada, but I really have no desire to be there earlier than I have to be, so I’d rather be bored in Vegas for two weeks.
I’m laying on my stomach, as I usually do, when I start waking up. I’m not sure why, but there’s no turning back now as a little bit of sunlight that is shining through the tiny crack in the curtains, shines in my face. I immediately let out a groan.
Lex: Uuuugh…Fucking sun! Go find a damn cloud to hide behind!
Right, because yelling at the sun is going to do a damn thing, Alexis. Because a ginormous ball of gas is going to listen to you? I turn my head to the other side, facing away from the window and put a pillow over my head so I can try and fall back asleep. Just as I’m about to doze off again, I hear the Twitter notification on my phone. I let out another growl, knowing that now, I won’t be able to fall back asleep. I toss the pillow across the room and roll over again, grabbing my phone off of the end table. I swipe my finger across the screen, unlocking it, checking my messages.
Lex: Ugh. You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me right now.
I look at the tweet I just got and roll my eyes. It’s from Johnny Tsunami. Yeah…THAT Johnny Tsunami. The same Johnny Tsunami who just earlier this year was a Nobody until he up and disappeared.
“@Johnnyrocks__ how’s Vegas?â€
Lex: Dude you’re in Vegas! How the fuck do you think it is?!
I shout at my phone before I shake my head realizing how stupid I’m being. I still don’t understand why Johnny is suddenly being so nice to me, when just a few weeks ago and even before that, he was a total dickbag. But, whatever…I guess I’ll try and play nice.
“@LexETheNobody Boring as hell right now. I just woke up.â€
I sit up in the bed, waiting for the response I know will be sent shortly and sure enough. My phone dings not long after. I look at his next tweet and let out a sigh, shaking my head.
“@Johnnyrocks__ breakfast?â€
I drop my phone on the bed, fully prepared not to respond to that. Nope. No chance in hell will I go for breakfast with Johnny Tsuna—
**GUUUURGGGLEEEE**
The sound of my stomach growling pretty fuckin’ loud cuts me off mid-thought, now giving me every reason to actually take Johnny up on his offer. I still hesitate for a moment, staring at my phone until that wicked little voice inside my head speaks to me.
“Don’t be stupid, Alexis. You know you want to go out with him.â€
I shake my head and roll my eyes.
Lex: Now you’re pushing me to go out with Johnny? And here I thought you were Vince’s biggest fan…
I’m talking to myself. Lovely. Good thing no one is around to hear this shit.
“I happen to find them both rather…appealing. And you should, too. Now, get off your ass and take him up on his offer.â€
I let out a sigh but put up no further argument with her, because there’s really no point. I grab my phone again, sending a tweet back to Johnny, agreeing to go to breakfast with him. I get a direct message shortly after telling me where to meet him.
Lex: I’m gonna regret this…
I grab some clean clothes and rush into the bathroom to take a quick shower and get ready.
Thirty minutes later…
Johnny told me to meet him at this location of The Cracked Egg. There were several locations around Las Vegas, and this one just happened to be closest to the hotel I was staying at. I’ve never been here before, but have heard a few times that they have good food, so I’m going to give it a shot.
I’m standing just outside the door, waiting to walk inside. My hair is still damp from taking a shower and not bothering to dry it, but I couldn’t give a shit. Most of my hair is hidden in the hood of my jacket anyway. As I’m standing outside, debating changing my mind, my phone goes off in my hand and I look down at the text message I just got.
“Are you just going to stand outside or what? Thought you were hungry?â€
I roll my eyes and look up. I see Johnny waving at me from a booth near a window. Well, there’s no changing my mind now that he’s seen me. I let out a sigh and head inside, still thinking I’ve lost my damn mind. I’m quietly hoping Celeste doesn’t find out about this, because the bitch will never let me hear the end of it.
One of the managers is about to approach me when I walk through the doors, but I point over to Johnny, pointing out that I’m meeting him there. She nods politely and I walk over to the booth, not taking a seat right away. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt with worn out sneakers. He notices my messy wet hair as I lower my hood and cracks a smile.
Johnny: Are you going to sit or what?
I think for a moment before I slide into the empty side of the booth. Johnny is already working on a cup of coffee and shortly after I take a seat, the waitress heads over with a hot pot of coffee, looking directly at me.
Waitress: Would you like some coffee, miss?
I nod and put my empty cup towards her, and she fills it up.
Waitress: I’ll give you a few minutes to go over the menu.
I nod without a single word and she walks away. I quickly grab the cream and sugar to make my coffee tolerable to drink. Seriously, anyone who drinks coffee straight up black is fucked up. Shit tastes awful like that. Johnny stares at me as I stir the cream and sugar into my cup.
Johnny: So is this how you’re gonna be then? Not speaking a single word? That’s cold…
I take a quick sip of my coffee, nearly burning my tongue as I look at him.
Lex: Dude, I’m almost never awake this early. At least let me get some coffee in my system before you put on the nicey nice game. Especially if you want me to be at least half-way nice back.
He lets out a laugh and takes a drink of his coffee, shaking his head before bringing the cup back down to the table.
Johnny: I already told you this isn’t some stupid game, Alexis. Why you gotta be like that?
I roll my eyes and glance over the menu, deciding what I want. I’ve never been a big breakfast person, but I could really go for some damn pancakes right now. I quickly decide what I want before setting the menu down and looking back to Johnny, folding my arms across my chest.
Lex: Like what? Guarded? Cautious? Can you blame me?
Johnny: Honestly? Yeah, I can. I’m actually making an effort here and you’re just—
Johnny doesn’t get a chance to finish that sentence as the waitress returns to our booth with a friendly smile on her face. I try not to roll my eyes. I know deep down this chick is talking shit about the both of us in her mind.
Waitress: Have you decided on your order?
I don’t even look at her as I spout off what I want.
Lex: I’ll have the cakes and eggs combo. Eggs scrambled with sausage, not bacon. And bring plenty of syrup.
She quickly jots down my order before looking to Johnny.
Johnny: I’ll have the same but with bacon. Can’t have breakfast without bacon.
Waitress: Got it. I’ll be back in a few if you need anything else.
I let out a bit of a laugh as she walks away.
Johnny: Seriously, no bacon?
Lex: Never been big on bacon. I prefer sausage.
Johnny cracks a smile and before I can even ask what he was smiling about, I realize what I just said. He’s about to respond, but I point and glare at him.
Lex: Don’t you even think about it, Johnny…
He holds his hands up defensively, but lets out a laugh.
Johnny: I was going to say—
Lex: I know what you were going to say, Johnny. Which is why I said not to say it.
I take another drink of my coffee, which has cooled enough that it doesn’t burn my mouth. Johnny stares at me, almost a little annoyed with what I said.
Johnny: Alright…what was I going to say?
I roll my eyes and let out a sigh as I lean back in the booth.
Lex: Something about that *air quotes* sausage in your pants. It’s not that hard to figure out because I’ve heard that shit before.
He shakes his head and laughs before his expression turns more serious.
Johnny: I might have used that line on you if I was trying to get you to fall for it. And I’ve already told you I’m not. You really need to trust people and chill a little.
Lex: And why should I fucking trust you? Up until just last week, you’ve treated me like shit on Twitter every chance you got. Said some pretty fucked up shit, too.
Johnny: Pissing you off is fun. What can I say?
I shake my head, unimpressed as I glare at him.
Lex: So telling me to light a candle over a picture of Tim and cut myself is trying to piss me off? Oh…and let’s not forget—
He holds up his hand, silencing me before I can continue my list of shitty things he’s said to me.
Johnny: Whoa, whoa, whoa…Back off a bit, alright? Can’t you ever have a good time?
Maybe I am being a little harsh, but it doesn’t erase the fact that I don’t trust him. Not that I trust many guys, aside from Tim.
Lex: I’m just trying to figure you out. Waiting for you to suddenly go all fifty shades of dickbag on me again like you’ve done before.
Johnny: Yeah, well in my defense, you’re never nice to anyone even when they’re being nice to you.
Lex: So? What does it matter to you?
He shakes his head and laughs.
Johnny: Maybe it shouldn’t. If you want people to look at you like a frigid bitch all the time, you have no one to blame but yourself. But if you want help in lightening up a little…
He offers me a wink and I just stare at him a moment before I burst out laughing.
Lex: Y-you’re good. I’m actually starting to believe you a little.
Johnny: Wow…
I finish off my cup of coffee and stare at him, confused.
Lex: What?
Johnny: You actually sounded…happy?
Seriously? The fuck is with people thinking I can’t be happy? Just because they piss me off doesn’t mean I’m totally incapable of having a good time.
Lex: I wouldn’t call it happy. Amused is more like it.
Johnny: No need to lie, boo. I can see the effect I’m having on you.
Lex: And what effect do you seem to think that is, Johnny?
He grins and leans forward.
Johnny: You want—
Before he can finish that thought, our waitress returns with our food. She places our plates in front of us and refills my coffee, asking if we need anything else. I quickly shake my head no, as does Johnny, and she walks away, leaving us to eat.
Lex: You were saying?
I take a quick bite of sausage and begin dousing my pancakes with syrup. He just stares at me with an amused smile and shakes his head.
Johnny: Nothing...Just eat.
I shrug and Johnny takes a bite of bacon as we both start eating our food. When I look up and glance past Johnny, my eyes spot a familiar face just a few tables behind him. Vince is staring right at me, shocked to see me, but Johnny snapping his fingers in front of my face brings my attention back to him.
Lex: Huh? What did you say?
Johnny: I asked when you have to head to Canada for the next show? What were you looking—
Johnny is about to turn around to see what, or who, I was looking at, but I quickly stop him.
Lex: Nothing! I wasn’t looking at anything!
Johnny turns his attention back to me.
Lex: And I leave next Tuesday.
Johnny: Word. I can work with that…
I let out a laugh as we continue to eat, and I have to do my best to not look back to Vince. Easier said than done, though, as I can feel those dangerous eyes piercing right through me. Fuck…what have I gotten myself into?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Interviewing A Very Special…Nobody
Wednesday December 9th 2015
Location: TD Lace Arena- Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
So not much happened during the entire week I was in Vegas. It was a pretty well needed quiet and stressful week, so I really have nothing to complain about. But…now it’s back to the grind. It’s time to get down to business and focus on the days ahead…on my match ahead.
So we’re just four days away from the very last Supercard of the year as well as the final stop of the SCW World Tour when December 2 Dismember III takes place here in Ottawa. Let me tell you, I’m so damn relieved all this travelling bullshit will be done and over with after this show, but something I’m even more excited about? Getting Lyah Lindberg one-on-one in the six-sided ring! Don’t get me wrong, it was fuckin’ awesome to finally face her when Goth and I faced her and Drake in that mixed tag team match a week and a half ago, but this match? This is just me and Lyah. And even though it’s not the main event, it’s going to be huge…at least for me.
It’s why I’m doing something I’ve never done before, and probably will never do again. The camera is set in the center of the arena…the exact location where the six-sided ring will be set up in just four days’ time. The crew is adjusting the lighting as I’m seated in a chair, staring at Pussy Willow who is seated just feet in front of me, quickly fixing her hair. I shake my head and roll my eyes as I glare at everyone impatiently.
Lex: How long is this shit going to take? I’d like to get this show on the road already. Damn.
Pussy Willow finishes messing with her hair and looks at me with an amused smile on her face. She crosses her right leg over her left.
Pussy: Patience is a virtue, Alexis. The lighting has to be perfect, otherwise the footage will look all wrong.
Lex: Yeah, and apparently your hair has to be perfect, too? This interview is about me. Not you, blondie.
Pussy: Just because you don’t care about your appearance, doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t, Alexis.
Pussy Willow just shakes her head as the camera crew continues to mess with the lighting.
Cameraman: We’re just about ready ladies.
Pussy Willow smiles and looks directly at me.
Pussy: I have to admit, I was very surprised that you asked for this interview. I thought you had spoken your mind enough at the last Climax Control.
I smirk and let out a half laugh as the camera crew finally finishes with the lighting and steps just behind the camera.
Lex: Shows how much you know about me, doesn’t it? Do you really think I would have said everything I have to say about Lyah Lindberg then?
I stare at her for a second as if really waiting for a respond, but of course Bitch McBigTits doesn’t respond, so I shake my head.
Lex: That would be a big fat no, Pussy.
The cameraman suddenly clears his throat.
Cameraman: Ready when you are, ladies.
Pussy Willow nods and sits up straight in her chair. I stay in the same position, which is slightly slouched in the chair and staring towards the camera. The camera man behind me signals to Pussy Willow that the camera is now rolling, but I could already tell that, by the little red light on the front of the camera.
~*~ON CAMERA~*~
Pussy: Hello Sin City Wrestling superstars, Bombshells and fans alike. This is Pussy Willow with a very…special…exclusive with our current Bombshell Internet Champion and leading…lady…of the Nobodies. Alexis Edwards.
I note the couple times Pussy Willow hesitated in her opening statement to anyone who will be watching this interview. Which, my guess, is not many people at all. I try to keep a mostly emotionless look on my face, though, as I wait for my time to speak. Which, better be soon before I cut this bitch off.
Pussy: Normally we’re not granted an interview such as this with a member of the Nobodies, let alone Alexis Edwards, but Alexis has informed us that she has a few things she’d like to say. So, Alexis, thank you for this opportunity to speak with you.
I want to roll my eyes, but I don’t. I do, however, let out a laugh as I stare at Pussy Willow.
Lex: You honestly expect me to believe you actually appreciate this interview? Please…
Pussy Willow lets out a sigh, but she keeps that annoying fake ass smile on her face.
Pussy: Of course I appreciate it, Alexis. It is my job, remember? So, now that you have us all wondering…What exactly do you have to say?
I laugh again, and I sit up straight in my chair. I keep my arms folded across my chest as I look into the camera.
Lex: You know…I know you don’t give a shit about what I have to say, Pussy, and neither do any of the people who may be watching this. Which probably isn’t that many.
Pussy: Really, Alexis? This whole thing—
I hold up my hand, shutting her up before she can even finish that thought. I really hate when this bitch doesn’t let me finish talking.
Lex: Shut up and let me talk, blondie.
Pussy Willow just nods and signals that I’m free to talk.
Lex: I knew what I was getting myself into when I joined up with the Nobodies. I was already a Nobody, so being known and seen as one to everyone in SCW wasn’t a complete shock to me. When I talk, people don’t care. They don’t want to listen or pay attention, but right now? I want them to listen very closely, because what I have to say might shock most of you. It’s not going to be easy for me to say what I’m about to say anyway.
Pussy: Wow, Alexis. This sounds…serious.
I shake my head and laugh.
Lex: Serious? I guess for me, maybe it is. But, let me make something very clear before I get all of this off my chest. I’m not asking for anyone’s opinion of me to change after this. In fact, I’m pretty sure that people might hate me just a little bit more after this, but…I don’t really give a shit.
Pussy: You seem to be having quite a difficult time saying whatever it is that you need to say. Does this have anything to do with your title defense against Lyah Lindbergh on Sunday?
I look down and away from the camera for a moment, but I let myself smile a bit. As I slowly nod, I raise my head to look back into the camera.
Lex: This has everything to do with my match against Lyah on Sunday, Pussy. It has everything to do with Lyah Lindbergh, herself.
Pussy: So tell us then, Alexis. What horrible things do you have to say about Lyah now? We’re all well aware of how much you hate her.
I stare at Pussy Willow with a serious look on my face, but I just shake my head slowly before admitting my first shocking bit of information.
Lex: I don’t hate Lyah, Pussy. There are only a few people in this world I can say that I hate, and Lyah isn’t one of them.
Pussy looks genuinely surprised and I think I’ve left her speechless for a moment. Once she has had time to process my admission, she finally breaks her silence.
Pussy: You expect people to believe that? You’ve harassed the poor girl on Twitter every chance you’ve gotten. Aside from Mark Ward, you’ve made her life hell since the moment she signed her contract. And now you’re saying you don’t hate her?
Lex: Did I ever once say I hated her?
Pussy: Well—
Lex: I may not like Lyah, but it’s not for the reason you all might be thinking. You see, I have a very good explanation for treating Lyah the way I do.
Pussy Willow remains quiet, still speechless from my admission. I’m sure she’s not the only one who doesn’t believe that I don’t hate Lyah Lindberg. In fact, I’d bet anything that Lyah Lindberg is watching this right now, laughing her skinny little ass off, not believing a word I’m saying. Well, I guess it’s time to explain myself, huh?
Lex: In a way, I guess you could say that I envy Lyah in a way, but not for any reason you people might think. I don’t envy her because of her pretty blonde hair or annoyingly beautiful body or because everyone likes her. I’m not the jealous bitch she thinks that I am.
Pussy: Wow. I…I have to say you’re just full of surprises tonight, Alexis.
I let out a half laugh again, before I continue speaking.
Lex: This is just my way of getting my point across. Making people realize that I’m serious. You see, I don’t envy Lyah because of her looks or the fact that everyone likes her. I envy her because of her past, Pussy.
Pussy: I’m sorry. I really don’t follow…
Of course you don’t bitch. You’re blonde.
Lex: It’s no secret that Lyah and I…Well, we’ve led similar lives. Similar, but at the same time, different. We were both born to parents who didn’t give a fuck about us…didn’t want us. But the difference between my situation and her’s? My parents didn’t have the decency to do what her’s did and give me up. I was stuck living in that hell hole being forced to watch them do everything and anything for my identical twin sister! I’d have given anything for them to have given me up for adoption when I was born so I didn’t have to go through that shit.
Pussy Willow studies my expression for a moment before she leans forward in her chair and gives me a very serious look.
Pussy: So you’re telling me…telling all of us…
She can’t even finish her sentence. I can’t tell if it’s because she doesn’t believe me, or if it’s just because she’s a seriously fucking dumb ass blonde. Either way, having to further explain myself is rather annoying.
Lex: Look, Pussy…I know this is hard for you to understand, even more difficult for you to believe. Everytime I’ve given Lyah a hard time on Twitter, she likes to agree with me. She likes to play the *air quotes* “I’ve lived a shitty life myself, but I don’t care†card, and you know what? That is what I fuckin’ hate. I can’t stand when she does that shit, because really…Who does that?
Pussy Willow looks slightly confused for a moment, but when I notice she is about to speak and obviously defend Lyah Lindberg, I hold my hand up again and silence her.
Lex: Lyah needs to admit to herself what she really is, and what she’ll always be. She needs to give up this fucking happy go lucky positive attitude that she has, because it’s really fucking annoying. And she wants me to *air quotes* change a little bit and embrace life? Who the fuck says that’s not what I’m doing?
Pussy Willow smiles and lets out a slight laugh.
Pussy: Maybe you’re entire attitude gives that away? You’re never positive about anything, Alexis. Lyah is just making the best out of the difficult life she was given. She’s stronger because of it. You could be, too.
I throw my head back and laugh for a few moments before I lower my head and stare at Pussy Willow, still amused.
Lex: She’s lying to herself, Pussy. Right now, Lyah Lindberg is doing the exact same thing that Roxi Johnson has been doing for a longtime. She’s pretending. She’s trying to put on this positive attitude and forget about the shitty life she was given. She told me that I need to embrace life? No, no, no. It’s Lyah who needs to fucking embrace the life she has been dealt. The life of a Nobody.
I stare at Pussy Willow as her eyes widen, now getting light of the whole point of this interview. This whole interview aimed at Lyah Lindbergh and my plans for her.
Lex: Like me…like Tim, Connor, Celeste, Tessa and the rest of the masked Nobodies…Deep down…Lyah Lindberg is one of us. She just hasn’t embraced it. She refuses to embrace it, Pussy. Because she’s doing everything in her power to actually be somebody. I mean…why else would she be dating Drake Green? She hates the fact that I pull the “your Drake Green’s Girlfriend†card all the time, but come on…I know she actually enjoys it. If she hated it so much, she wouldn’t even be dating the guy in the first place.
Pussy: I don’t think that’s it, Alexis. I just think she wants to be known as more than Drake Green’s girlfriend.
I laugh and shake my head.
Lex: No she doesn’t! She can say that shit all she wants, but I’m not buying it one bit. I mean, she wants to be known for who she is, right? She wants to be seen for the Lyah that she is right now, right?
Pussy: Well…yes. What’s so wrong with that?
A wicked grin appears on my face as I let out another laugh.
Lex: The Lyah that we’re all seeing right now? Drake Green created that Lyah Lindberg! He’s her trainer for crying out loud! He’s her boyfriend! How many times has she talked about how tough she is? How bad ass she is? I don’t think I can count on my fingers and toes how many times that’s happened. I want to see the Lyah Lindberg that got through that bullshit childhood that she was given. I want to see that fucking tough side she claims she has, because so far? I haven’t seen shit. So far, the only Lyah I’ve seen, is the little bitch who is more concerned about her aging boyfriend than she is about really showing that bad ass side of hers.
I lean back in my chair, going quiet for a moment. I watch as Pussy Willow nods, but the smile on her face isn’t one of agreement. It’s more of an amused smile that says she disagrees with me.
Pussy: So what is the point of all of this then? What is the purpose of feuding with her and making her life hell?
Lex: Isn’t obvious, Pussy?
She shakes her head. Of course she wouldn’t get it. I’m making it blatantly fucking obvious what the point to all of this is, and yet Blondie McBigTits still doesn’t get it. I lean forward in my chair, resting my elbows on my knees. I narrow my eyes and glare at her, once again grinning wickedly as I’m about to make everything very clear.
Lex: When the time is right…when Lyah has truly embraced and accepted herself for what she is? She’ll be one of us, Pussy. She’ll be a true Nobody.
Pussy’s jaw nearly drops to the floor and her eyes widen again. She shakes her head, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.
Pussy: You…you can’t be serious? You truly believe that Lyah Lindberg could ever fit into your group of—
Lex: Group of what, Pussy? Degenerates? Juvenile delinquents? A bunch of losers?
Pussy shrugs a bit, and nods.
Pussy: For lack of better words…yes. Lyah Lindberg has a lot more class than that, Alexis. You’re fooling yourself if you think she’ll ever join that group of yours.
I shrug my shoulders with a smirk on my face.
Lex: Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. But I do know that Lyah really could be one of us. Deep down, she is one of us. Ever heard the saying “birds of a feather flock together� I’m sure Lyah has. She’s just too weak to admit it right now. But if I’m wrong and she doesn’t accept what she truly is? Well...that’s not going to stop me from having a whole lot of fun torturing the hell out of her and trying to get her to fucking embrace it. True strength comes from embracing this lifestyle, Pussy. If Lyah wants to live her life constantly being in her boyfriend’s shadow…well, I can’t stop her. But I won’t stop pointing it out to her every chance I get.
Pussy Willow shakes her head. Fuck, I’d really love to just punch this bitch in her tits. Maybe those silicone implants will deflate right on camera.
Pussy: This is all going to be a waste of time, Alexis. I hope you realize that. And while you’re planning on somehow trying to get Lyah to join The Nobodies, it could be your downfall. It could be enough distraction for Lyah to actually beat you.
I go quiet for a moment, but I never once take my eyes off of Pussy Willow. I want to beat her ass for suggesting such something as stupid as that, but I keep my cool. I want to save all my energy for the ring on Sunday.
Lex: Think what you want to think, Pussy. I really can’t stop you. But what I can do, is prove you wrong. My plans for Lyah won’t be my downfall. They’re not going to be a distraction. They’re going to be fuel. They’re going to push me even harder to get the fucking job done. As long as Lyah Lindberg plays off who she is right now and not what she could be? She’ll never take this title from me. But I’ll be nice and let her think she can. This Sunday, at December 2 Dismember…I’m going to push Lyah to the brink. And I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute of it. It’s up to her on whether or not this all ends after December 2 Dismember.
Pussy Willow takes in a deep breath and scratches her forehead. She seems at a loss for words, but before she can respond, I stand up from my chair, taking a step forward and looking down at her.
Lex: No need to say anything else, Pussy. I’ve said everything that I need to say, so we’re done here. I’ve got a match to prepare for. Later, blondie.
I walk past Pussy Willow, and out of sight of the camera. I can hear Pussy turn around in her chair, watching me walk away until she turns back around and tells the cameraman that it’s a wrap. I walk out of the arena with a cocky grin on my face, picturing when I return to this building.
Next time…Lyah Lindberg won’t know what hit her, but one thing is for sure. My internet title isn’t going anywhere.
