Fairytale or autobiography?

"And the men respected the wishes of the fairies to remain in the woods and left them alone, since then no one has spotted a single tiny teapot and the woods remain untouched"

Now, That's an ending, Wod Higgins truly is a genius isn't he? My favorite author as a child and now I'm working with his publisher, we've come a long way, uh my adored copy of "the forgotten song of the woods", psss, my favorite book, just so you know, and yes, I brought it with me on my first day as a publisher assistant. What a life.

As of 12:47 I have not been called, should have been seventeen minutes ago, but I'm sure he's a busy man, I should get- oh that's my name, I should probably go, wish me luck!

A woman, a busy woman, that's what I get for being a victim of prejudices. She was, emm, kind, well no, it's her job to not look 8 minutes away from killing everyone in this room. Though she probably could, she looks like she trains, maybe CrossFit, it's popular these days- oh right, the interview, well it wasn't much of an interview, I already had the job, she just explained what I'm gonna do and that is filling forms, yes, 4 years of literature management to fill forms, but we all have to start somehow, just like my father said "Billy, your toys are all over the place" No, wait, that's not what he said. Well, it technically is a thing he has, in fact, said a lot of times, what I meant was "start from the bottom, cleaning tables or vacuuming offices, you'll climb there one day" Oh father, if you could see me now, you'll be rolling in your grave knowing your son isn't one of those fancy doctors, but a publisher assistant that needs to start doing his job, God is it really 1:30?

Honest, I've always thought that publishing books involved actually reading them, but maybe forms are a very vital and important part of the j- who am I kidding? I'm a loser, I dropped out of med school because I wanted to prove father wrong, and, of course, because I never understood a thing! Oh, father, you were ri- no, nope, nopity, nope, I'm not that low... yet.

Well, while I'm at this I could talk about my favorite thing, and no, it's not that Rodgers And Hammerstein song! Wod Higgins, my hero, my idol, my role model. He grew up in the war, the Second World War, though no one knows a thing about his teenage years, just like any other author, except S. E. Hinton. He just started writing in his 20s, and became known in his 40s, the dream of every man. Anyways, he writes mostly about fairies, mystical creatures that live in the woods, and that have cities, small cities in-between the bushes and dance on flowers, oh I didn't mention it, fairies are super small, all those stories about mini-humans the size of thumbs? real, all reals. They are, well, they are essentially tiny little humans with butterfly wings, though some other artists have painted them with glass-like wings, transparent, but Higgins said butterfly so who are you going to believe? Now fairies live in their tiny cities with tiny homes and tiny stuff, like the teapot I mentioned to you earlier, but they can fly and live off berries. Now get this, there are bad fairies, they are called faeries, well, there's not a difference when I say it, I have an accent, but instead of an "i" there's an "e", the singular is fae, got it? and they are evil and they just want to unlock the chaos of the world, it is said that the fairies, with "i", guard the chaos of the worlds and that if they were to, emm, let's say that if they were to not guard it anymore it would flood our world, making humans crazy, not as different as now, but worse. So in this book, this adored book, no wait, first I'm gonna tell you about "The Dolls' War" the first book he wrote, so, a girl took a wrong turn and ended up finding a tiny city, she started playing with the houses as if they were dollhouses, then the first fae appeared, and they starting plotting how to use this human in their benefit, so they play with her, braid her hair, and make her a beautiful flower dress, and then tell her that she must go, why? because the fairies are coming to destroy the city, and let me tell you that that is kinda smart, you befriend the creature and tell her that you are the good guy and that the actual good guy is the enemy, so this girl prepares herself to attack the fairies before they destroy the faeries, she goes to the other city and keeps the fairies busy so that the evil creatures of the underworld can unlock the chaos.

Oh, are you waiting for more? I was too, but that's the end, evil wins, with the power of ignorance, and the world falls into chaos. A wonderful bedtime story, isn't it? I was petrified for days, but then I read "Hidden in flowers", "The power of pollen-powered friendship", not his best work, and of course, his best work "the forgotten song of the woods" which is about- oops, a phone call, I should-

Yes, uhum, of course, boss, miss boss, I'm sorry... Yes, yes, the forms? as ready as Freddy, miss... Well, the joke is that it's "ready Freddy", he's not a real employee. Yes, I'm also sorry for that...WHAT? miss, I'm sorry, I should not have screamed, but is he? Oh my God, boss, miss boss, I won't let you down... Sure thing, see you at 6!

Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD. My dearest friend, I've got begginer's luck, Higgins, Mr. Higgins, Sir Wod Higgins needs a chauffeur and my experience as uber driver convinced miss boss to let me, ME be his driver. That means he is in this building right now, that means he and me, me and him, have been working in the same building for something more than two hours, Oh my God! I've got my book, I've got my keys, and I've got a champion's attitude, let's go.

So to me, it's almost as if I came into the parking lot just a second ago, but it's actually been 7 minutes, maybe is a tradition for people in this country to be fashionably late but I can wait a minute or tw-PLEASE HERO OF MY CHILDHOOD COME TO MY CAR, I'VE BEEN WAITING MY WHOLE LIFE FOR THIS. Ugh, I can't, I'm turning on the A/C, my armpits are soaking wet.

"I've been waiting for this moment

All my lifeee"

You Phil Collins, my only friend in these trying times, oh Mr. Higgins, wherever you are, remember an intern is still waiting for you. Wait a minute... What if something happened to him? I'll better call boss, miss boss.

Yes? Miss boss? Yes, I'm still in the car... Yes, I've been waiting for 33 minutes... No, I didn't- oh, I didn't call his assistant to tell him the car was ready...oh. Yes, thank you.

I'm so getting fires today, I'm so getting fired today, I'M SO GETTING FIRED ON MY FIRST DAY. I can't believe it... There I just texted his assistant, ok, he might be coming, and he could be angry, he has been waiting thirty minutes for a lift, he could yell at you, it's not his fault, he has every right, he is still a great guy and your idol. Just breathe ommm and umm-

SIR, I MEAN, SIR WOD HIGGINS, MR. SIR HIGGINS, SIR, I MEAN, ehem, I mean, your car sir (it's your car, idiot).

-Oh thank you, young man, was there a lot of traffic?

-Oh, no sir, Mr. Higgins, sir. There was a confusion, I apologize, sir.

-No need, boy, now, I ready need to get to this direction,

-Perfect sir, on our way! sir

As if! You think I'm gonna let you in? No thanks, I've already embarrassed myself in front of my hero. But I can tell you what happened: he handed me a direction and I typed it on the GPS, then I, of course, explained how much of a fan I was, that he is the reason I'm working with his publisher, that he is also the reason I wake up every day, and that he is my idol. He is a real humble man, he said his stories weren't that important to him, and we later engaged in a conversation about his books and the qualities of a fairy. When we reached the destination, and boy I was scared, I had already wasted thirty minutes of his life and now I got us lost, so when we reached the destination I thought I had taken a wrong turn, but then the man thanked me, got off the car, of course, I got my book autographed before he left, and he, well, let me paint the picture, the destination was the entry to a forest, and his figure just disappeared in the woods.

I drove home.

I wake up in the morning and discover Sir Wod Higgins was found dead in the forest and his body was rescued by helicopter. Unbelievable, they say it was suicide, he made me drive him to his tomb, I was probably the last person who saw him alive, Oh my God this is... This is just too much. I call in sick, I can't today, I'm too overwhelmed, he was just so nice in the car, who would have thought... Should I have stopped him? Should I have called someone? Did he always had these tendencies or was it spontaneous? I have no idea what to think. With my heart in my hand and my copy of "the forgotten song of the woods" on my other hand, I open the book, it's the last thing he ever wrote. I open the book and-

"And the woods must remain untouched, respect like the men respected the fairies, everyone will say it, only you actually know it"

WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!