The Edge of the Internet

He walks quietly on stage, dressed as usual, like he just came back from a smoke, except he's carring a small tape recorder and total disregard for spelling and grammer rules.

He hits his mark center stage just right, then with a shy smile that only twinkles in his eyes a moment he moves a half step off to the right. Centre stage is for the socialy worthy by right of peer pecking order. He scratches his forehead and waits for silent attention knowing full well that he'll not get that rare honour. You have to have pretty cheek bones, an emo aura or scads of interpersonally acclaimed anecdotal refrence material. Oh hell a smile that's not grimicing may help as well.

With no silence offered, he tapped a toe and clicked the tape recorder to play.

"It nice having you as a friend, you're so convenient."

Then he left it on rewind and play, a loop

Yup that's me a friend when it's convenient. The rest of the time when it's not...

He shrugged.

I spot light shot the stage. With a wince he stepped away.

Excuse me I didn't mean to intrude. I'll just be over there, please feel free to ignor me.
You have every other time.