Dear Phil Collins,

Sometimes I feel like I talk about myself so much in these letters that I forget about what’s important.  Namely, you: Phil Collins.  How are you doing?  What’ve you been up to?  I wonder what you had to eat today.  How do you like your eggs?  I want to make breakfast for you.

I’m….I’m sorry.  I got carried away again.  You’re just so real to me that I wish I could reach into my stereo speakers and touch your head.  But I’ll have to settle for this correspondence.  Please write back to me.  Please.  Soon.

Yours always,

The Fan.

Dear Phil Collins,

If you could describe your soul as an animal, what kind would it be, and why?

Yours Truly,

A Curious Fan