No need to change things

“Don’t rewrite people’s memories.” As you say it she lets go of you and starts to walk away. “Wait. You can’t just go. This is just a dream, right?”

“Go to the bar. Get a drink. Relax.” She says before disappearing into the crowd.

“Relax. How can I relax. I’m somebody else. This is nuts.” But you do as you are told. You go to the bar.

The bartender is there as you arrive, having watched you approach through the nearly full bar. “Pineapple fizz, right?”

“Ya, how did you know?”

“I’ve read some of your interviews. You’re pretty funny. Ever going to try acting? Dancing can’t pay all that well can it.”

You are pretty sure you don’t know this guy, though you’ve seen him here before, “If someone ever offers me a part I suppose.”

He hands you the drink, “Well, I mean, you know you’re gorgeous, right?” You look him over, tall, skinny, not bad looking, a bit feminine perhaps, bushy dark hair, wide brown eyes. He’s wearing a simple black t shirt and slightly ripped skinny jeans. “I’m Andrew.”

“T…”

He cuts you off, “Tina Alvarez, I know, I’m a huge fan.”

“I see. How much do I owe you?” You ask holding up the drink.

“Oh, no, nothing, it’s on me.”

“Thanks.” You suddenly are a bit worried about taking a drink. You look in it, seems fine, but a nagging feeling says to dump it.