"These clothes aren't a part of you. The lipstick is obvious. Do you really want to be a part of this scene? I don’t want you to want to.  These people hate everything about you. You are real, you are naturally beautiful, at ease on your own, content with a book, modest, meaningful. You don’t need to look like them, don’t follow me down here. The doorman shouldn’t know you. I need you to be you. I’ll be back later. Drunk and fed up with the fake. I’ll need you to be the cure."