Simon was going crazy. It was 2:00 in the morning, but he could not sleep.
He was thinking about Paula, then yelling at himself for it, only to start thinking about her again. He now regretted making that bet. He wondered if Michael would
understand if he asked him to just call it off. Not likely, but he couldn’t
sleep, so he decided to give Michael a call.
After four or five rings,
Simon heard a groggy “Hello” on the other end of the phone.
“Michael, how are
“Simon? Do you have any idea what bloody hour it is?! Everybody in
their right mind is asleep right now!”
“I don’t care. Listen, about this whole bet thing…”
try it Cowell. You can’t back out now.
We shook on it. I mean, unless you just want to hand over the $50,000
without even trying.”
“It just doesn’t
seem fair. You know, to her.”
“Since when do you
care about her?”
“I don’t. I was just trying to be a nice person.”
“That may be one
of the biggest oxymorons I have ever heard.”
and with that Simon hung up the phone, only to return to his night of staring at the ceiling and thinking about Paula.