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street and into a cab. Chuck and Bertrand wanted Jeff to follow us in a cab, but Chuck decided that was too difficult and expensive an idea to shoot.
    We had to admit that we were bored much of the time. Chuck would spend a half an hour fiddlefucking around with the lights and microphones while me and Daisy just stood there. Finally we asked the DJ to play some music so we could dance, just to keep warmed up. Chuck said, OK, let’s shoot and we went in front of the camera but had to stop right away. You’re dancing out of the frame, Chuck said to Daisy. But that’s how I dance, Daisy said. Chuck explained to us that with the one camera if we danced too far apart he wouldn’t be able to get us both in the scene. So the DJ started the music again but this time we were so nervous about staying close to each other that we didn’t look natural and Chuck made us stop. He told Bertrand to tape a square this long by that wide on the floor. Just stay in the box, he said. That helped us out and we got a glimpse of how good a director Chuck is going to be one day. He already knew what me and Daisy learned, that it isn’t so easy to be a movie star. You have to worry about a lot of things that people who see your movies sort of take for granted. We didn’t talk about it, but after spending hoursjust to get two or three minutes worth of film, we felt a deeper appreciation for what Bananarama had to go through to make all those wonderful videos.
    Chuck told us we were really great and me and Daisy decided to go out and celebrate. We hopped in a cab and told the cab driver to take us to Times Square. We felt like Alice in Wonderland when the cab let us off right by the giant, flashing Cup-O-Noodle and the big screen TV showing the news. Even though it was after midnight the sidewalks were jammed with people. We passed a guy selling nuts but didn’t get any because some of the nuts had burned and it smelled like shite. We had to put our hands to our mouths in order to get by him.
    Daisy grabbed my arm and said, Look. She pointed at the numbers 1515 on the building in front of us and it gave us the goosebumps. We were standing in front of MTV, the all-time best channel on TV. We tried the doors but of course they were locked. We put our hands to the glass and peered inside but couldn’t see anything. Neither of us said anything as we silently thought about all the famous people who had passed through those doors. Daisy touched the handle again and just held on to it. I started singing, ‘Video killed the radio star’ which made Daisy laugh.
    Our next cab driver was a little bitter when we asked him to take us to the Ed Sullivan Theater but we didn’t know it was within walking distance. We were amazed at how it looked exactly like it does on TV. Standing under the glowing yellow and blue neon sign we had a past-life feeling, a feeling that we’d stood where we were standing a hundred times before. We
have
to get tickets, Daisy said.The sign taped on the door told us to try waiting in line early in the morning, that we had to write in six months in advance if we wanted guaranteed seats.
    We agreed we would come back and stand in line around 2 A.M. but until then we should go out and see more of New York. We went to Rockefeller Center and pressed our noses against the
Today Show
studio glass window. It looks like a small apartment, someone walking by said. The flags around the ice skating rink flapped loudly like applause.
    We walked up Fifth Avenue. Daisy pointed out Tiffany’s and we stood in front of the sign and said ‘oh dahhling’ over and over. Daisy’s neck is long and smooth like Audrey Hepburn’s, which we noticed on our ten millionth viewing of that movie (Daisy’s mom owns it).
    Me and Daisy skipped the block between Tiffany’s and Central Park when Daisy stopped cold. Look, she said. She pointed at a hotel that looked like a castle. What is it, I asked.