Natalie liked it when she was recognized, and people asked her for her autograph or a picture, because fame's awesome, and having strangers that excited to see you is something she'll never take for granted, but just now, a guy has come up to her and shouted "I know you!" and then followed it by a pause, clearly showing that he didn't know her, he just recognized her face from somewhere. She'd never take fans for granted, but honestly, fuck this guy.

"I'm NE1," she said wearily.

"Oh, yeah!" he said in that long, drawn out, awkard way. And then he said "I don't really like rap, but...yeah. Keep up the good work."

She stuck her middle finger up at him as he walked away. She was going to be angry about this for hours. As she walked along Hollywood Road, back to her home, lyrics started forming in her head, word and rhymes connecting like pieces in a puzzle, their motion fueled by her current bad mood. It was a nice, harmless way to relieve stress.

[i]Not the type of bitch to rob a bank but I'd be sitting at the back, unseen and unheard.
There's a robbery going on, but I'm too busy playing Angry Birds.
An old lady get's a shell to the face, and I'm totally shocked!
Shocked at app prices! Whoever charged this much should be fucking shot![/i]

Natalie laughs to herself. She was a horrible person sometimes.