new orleans ♔ don't need another perfect lie

[starfucker]

♬ Secrets - OneRepublic

WHO || Burt, Finnick [closed]
WHAT || Finnick gets Burt drunk and learns all his secrets
WHERE || Finnick's swanky new penthouse, New Orleans, LA
WHEN || July 6th, 2012; late night
HOW || Actionspam

[ So, Burt's generosity continues: he's now renting Finnick one helluva sweet New Orleans penthouse.

In return for which, he expects Finnick to show up at parties all over the old US of A, flying in and out at odd hours between grueling voice and dance rehearsals. The goal? To get Finnick spotted hanging out with other celebs, almost all of whom are getting slipped a little something under the table just to let Finnick glom onto their buzz.

Newstand celeb rags have started including pictures of him, treating him as if he's already an American heartthrob - as if you already should have heard of him, and if you haven't, now's the time to hop on the Finnick wagon. Never mind that he hasn't actually recorded a single song or performed anywhere. Burt's got plenty of faked accounts ready from people who've been fans of the guy for years. He's abruptly everywhere: chilling with Leo DiCaprio at a New York Club while Kanye West drops some new singles, out on dates with Hollywood hotties in public cafes, embroiled in Tinseltown drama while not being at the center of any of it.

It's exhausting... but it's working. People are starting to recognize Finnick on the street, or at least whisper to their friends "Is that--?" Burt assures Finnick it's all a part of the process, and tonight they've spent discussing creating Finnick's actual first CD.

Of course, Finnick's still got a mission to do. While the New Orleans group has been carefully investigating and mapping out NOVA HQ (in crayon on the wall of their hotel room, thanks to Mark), Finnick's been trying to get more intel out of Burt. And what better way to do that than to get him absolutely sloshed?

With a copy of OK! in between them, open to a pic of Finnick and the Situation cruising the Jersey beach, Burt's been jovially drinking shots and rambling for awhile now. ]

No, see the real beauty of it is how dumb ... how straight up fucking special needs the American public is. Most of them buy into somebody's celebrity because they see your faces all over these things, or ET, or Access Hollywood, before they've even so much as heard you sing one goddamn note. Do you have any idea what that says about people?