Sean says:

Well I did it. Finally. I made it onto the cover of a fistful of buttons. This is amazing. No words can properly begin to describe the feeling I'm feeling right now. You know that Andy Warhol saying that everyone gets 15 minutes of fame? Well this has got to be at least 27 minutes.
I feel like I should be hiding my face when I go out in public, for fear of being mobbed. There are a lot of people who would kill to get a look at this face. I should know, I've seen it first-hand.
I know a guy who knew a guy who got a letter published in the paper. I think he said some negative things about an article or something. I dunno. Point is, some guy stopped him in the street and was like "HEY! Aren't you that guy who wrote that letter in the paper?". Long story short, some stuff went down and he ended up naked and in the gutter.
I don't want that happening to me! Maybe I'll just hire a bodyguard. I'll have the money to afford one what with all the offers for big parts in movies I should be expecting to get soon. I should get a publicist too! And a makeup guy and... what else do all those famous people have? It doesn't matter, I'll let my assistant figure that out.
Maybe I could score some hot Fistful of Buttons groupies! Who I could meet at the sweet Fistful afterparties. I must email Carl about these parties immediately. Nothing shall get in the way of me and my fame.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be in my trailer.