“If you're horrible to me, I'm going to write a song about it, and you won't like it. That's how I operate.” ― Taylor Swift
OPERATION INTIMIDATE, MANIPULATE AND SUBJUGATE:
The girl walks into the auditorium and takes a sit. She is quite early, and the stall/orchestra level is sparsely occupied at this time. She acknowledges a few familiar faces, and returns not a few waves and smiles. As she settles herself on the chair, she simultaneously and surreptitiously scans the room for who might be on 'the girl' watch duty this day. The Con artist had quite a few informants under his belt. Informants to tell him when the girl came in and where she went. Whom she spoke to and at exactly what time she left. It was unclear as to what these hirelings hoped could be achieved in the long run by being so devious. A few dollars? A few stolen perks and affairs? Or maybe just maybe, 9 minutes of 'hypothetical fame'.
Well, just as she expected. Two security pawns walk up to where she is sitting. They want to know if everything is okay. Translation: We want to so intimidate and scare you, until you bend and bow to our master. He usually is able to use any man or woman he chooses to. Why should you be any different?
She responds to that inquiry, by wondering along with them if everything was okay. These distracting tactics were getting to be lame and tedious. When she starts talking loudly so others can hear what is transpiring, they leave her alone. But for a minute.
TWO YEARS LATER: Its 5pm one lovely evening, the girl is walking briskly down the street to her destination. She hears someone calling her name (or what sounded like her name). She turns to see who it is. Though the face seems familiar, she really does not know this person well. They introduce themselves and explain to the girl that they know her from that house. The girl explains that she has not been there for a while, and the near stranger agree that they know all about that. The girl goes on to explain that she was tired of entertaining the off-handed gimmicks. This person supplied that along with a host of others, they knew that also and understood. This person expresses that the girl did not deserve what she went through, but for anyone to tell the truth would cost them.
The girl notices that while she chats with this person, they keep looking around in unnerving trepidation. After a few minutes of this panic stricken undercurrent, the girl ventures to ask if they were 'fugitives' on the run. The horrific (but unsurprising) reply? They were scared to be caught talking to the girl! There were scared to be at the receiving end of this leader. It could cost them jobs, homes and probably their lives. There was heavy stuff at play here they confirmed in agitation. This man and his wife were known to be oppressive and operated quite like 'the mafia' ....
A few months after the aforementioned encounter, the girl shows up for 'the kind old man's' memorial service. She had been warned that it would not be safe to do so. But it was all she could do to pay her last respects to a father figure and a friend. As soon as she approaches the building, the news/buzz spreads right to 'the godfather'. As she stands in line (with hundreds of others) to get into the memorial service, the big burly 'spy' and half-assistant to the con artist approaches her. He is rude, abrasive, unprofessional and his sunshades are down right ugly! He attempts to extract submission by intimidation as always. And then he asks the dumbest question ever; Why is she there? So she gives the most obvious and confounding answer. Why is everyone else there? We know it was not to watch a trifling James Bond wannabe. The unscrupulousness continues....
AT THE CENTER FOR EVIL DISPENSING AND CONTROL:
Lucer glanced quickly at the checklist of invitees. Commander Belzy his assistant had compiled an extensive dossier on everyone of them. Although he (Lucer) had no time for mundane pursuits, it was imperative that his main man and three forefront witches were without fail in attendance. The 'Brute Ball' as the gathering was called, was designed to host the most fiendish of foes mankind had ever imagined. They were expecting to be wined, dined and awarded. This was the moment they had been waiting for. This was the day they had anticipated and worked for. A day Lucer promised he would bestow on them eternal life, wealth, fame and youth. A day they would rule over nations and kingdoms. They had done all he asked (and some), he would give all he promised they believed.
When lucer had confirmed the attendance he was expecting, he brutally flung the metal folder housing the names of the expected attendees back to Belzy. As Belzy peeled himself and the metal folder off the ashy and smoldering floor, (for the impact of the toss had nailed him right through the ground). Balma scuttled into the room with a confused look, on his scaled and rumpled face and asked. "Are we now becoming like the enemy?" He looked perturbed. "Now why would you ask a thing like that?" Came Lucers repulsive query. "Well it appeared you were actually having a 'party' to appreciate your human cohorts. That action in their human language would be described as 'nice'." "Nice?" howled Lucer in disgust. "Far be it from me to waste my kingdom momentum, resources and nature on any other. The roof is inevitably caving in on my practices, and I intend to go down with as many of them as possible. I will not go down alone. To have them in the 'brute ball' makes their destruction swift and easy. And Balma, do not ever call me nice!" Lucer finished with another spooky howl.
IN THE LAND OF DREAMS AND STRANGE HAPPENINGS:
The con artist is standing on a floating ramp with his wife and others. He then forcefully grabs someone's baby and hurls it into the sea. For one split second, people are frozen in place as they gasp in total horror and utter shock at what just happened. He (the con artist) then jumps in for full effect. Swims the opposite direction from the drowning baby and then climbs right back to the ramp. It was too late to save the baby he explains. Now he can keep looking good for being evil. That is really the true nature of the con artist. Not the previously told 'cock and bull' rescue story. People actually believed that? Wow! (Writer now pulls out six strands of hair in disbelief and frustration).
The bull dog pawn is feeling special, cared for and loved. He has valiantly saved his master from 'little red riding hood'. Now he is mouthing of information from a crystal ball. He believes he is inspired. Sadly he does not know that his life from the moment he met his master has not been his. Everything around him was a controlled set-up. Everything (lol). He is so far deceived that his brain is in a different location, sizzling in the witches frying pan.
The scene closes with the 'penthouse perverts' (both of them), attempting to croon "the hymn of the republic'. They fill the air with poisonous and deceptive gasses every time they open their mouths. They race from one end of the hall way to the other talking about being chased. But even blind 'Bartey' can see and tell its just good old Karma making her expected rounds.
Writer gags. Curtain falls. The act threatens to continue. Can it?
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