You never really understood the appeal of New York. Even though you were born there, it wasn't as glamorous as it seemed. But, you didn't hate it. Actually, it was a sort of comfort to you.

At least you had your friend, Mark, with you. He was a filmmaker, and always seemed to be working on something. Sometimes, he would film you. It was..weird. But, you were mostly okay with it.

As you sat on the couch, you felt someone sit down next to you. Mark. He grinned over at you.

"Hey." He said. You noticed that his camera was sitting on the coffee table. You couldn't tell if it was on or not.