Excerpt from American Psycho (Novel)
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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Hello, My name's air quiting today I'm going to read you a segment from American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis. Someone gets in right before the doors shut, and instinctively I turn to say hello. It's the actor Tom Cruise who lives in the penthouse and as a courtesy without asking him. I pressed the Ph button and he nods, thank you and keeps his eyes fixed on the numbers, lighting up above the door in rapid succession. He is much shorter in person, and he's wearing the same pair of black way fares I have on. He's dressed in blue jeans, a white T shirt and Armani jacket to break the noticeably uncomfortable silence. I clear my throat and say, I thought you were very fine in bartender. I thought it was quite a good movie and Top Gun two. I really thought that was good. He looks away from the numbers and then straight at me. It was called Cocktail, he says softly. Pardon. I say it clears his throat and says Cocktail, not bartender. The film was called Cocktail. The long pause follows just the sound of cables. Moving the elevator up higher into the building competes with the silence. Oh, yeah, right, I say is if the title just don't know me Cocktail. Oh, yeah, that's right. Great. Bateman. Where you thinking about shake my head is if to clear it and then to patch things up. Hold out my hand. Hi, that Bateman Cruz tentatively shakes it. So I go. You like living in this building? He waits a long time before answering. When I guess it's great. I say, isn't it? You nods not looking at me, and I pressed the button for my floor again, an almost involuntary reaction. We stand there in silence. So cocktail, I say after a while, that's the name he doesn't say anything doesn't even nod. But now he's looking at me strangely, and he lowers his sunglasses and says with a slight grimace, Uh, your nose is bleeding. A stand there rocks still for a moment before understanding that I have to do something about this. So I pretend to be suitably embarrassed quizzically touching my nose, Then bring out my polo handkerchief already spotted brown and wiped the blood away from my nostrils. Overall, handling it sort of well, must be the high altitude. I laugh we're up so high. He nods, says nothing. Books up with the numbers, the elevators stops at my floor, and when the doors open, I tell Tom I'm a big fan. It's really good to finally meet you. Oh yeah, right. Cruz smiles at famous Skrine and jabs at the closed door button.