The lines blurred. Nick was now playing a character playing himself playing a spy. He wore a wire under a Gucci shirt that cost more than a mid-sized sedan. Every time Javi hugged him, the feedback in Nick's ear sounded like a dying whale.
Nick Cage didn’t just enter the room; he manifested within it, a whirlwind of leather fringe and existential dread. He was currently staring at a life-sized wax statue of himself from Face/Off , wondering if the wax version had better career prospects. The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (2022) ...
"Just... the weight, Javi," Nick said, leaning into the absurdity. "The unbearable weight... of all this talent ." The lines blurred
But then, the CIA knocked. Or rather, they cornered Nick in a bathroom. Every time Javi hugged him, the feedback in
"Nick," his agent’s voice crackled over the phone, sounding like sandpaper on silk. "The birthday party. One million dollars. All you have to do is be... you ."
"Is something wrong, Nicky?" Javi asked, his eyes filled with genuine love.