Post by slappy on Oct 24, 2014 20:34:08 GMT -5
Music filled a dim room. Kim Carnes laid on a platform. She rested on her forearms, her back was arched and had a look of terror sprawled across her face. She trembled but began to sing.
Her hair is Harlow gold, her lips sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold, she's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll turn the music on you, you won't have to think twice
She's pure as New York snow, she got Bette Davis eyes
A shadow on the wall next to her began dancing.
Kim Carnes stood on a different platform along with a band and their instruments. She continued to sing with the same look of terror on her face.
And she'll tease you, she'll unease you
All the better just to please you
She's precocious
And she knows just what it takes to make a pro blush
She got Greta Garbo standoff sighs, she's got Bette Davis eyes
"Stop. Stop. Stop." A voice commanded.
Joan Crawford walked towards Kim Carnes while holding a blonde wig.
Joan, "Darling, this doesn't look Harlow Gold. I knew Jean Harlow and this looks nothing like." She paused and stared at Kim. "You my dear, you have gorgeous hair that brings me back to those awful times with that wretched woman. I lost several roles to her. I will never forgive her for that. And if we are going to do this right then I'll need hair that looks like hers."
Kim, "Why are we even doing this? How are you here? You died decades ago."
Joan, "You keep asking me that question. But if you must know, I'll tell you. Yes, Joan Crawford died in 1977. Almost three weeks after my movie, Annie Hall, came out."
Kim, "You weren't in Annie Hall."
Joan, "Sweetheart, I am not of this world. I became part of Joan in 1946. I had just left H.G. Wells. Where do you think he got all of his ideas? They were my reality. Well, I couldn't be him forever. I couldn't be Joan forever. I had to keep moving on.
However, I couldn't let Joan go before establishing myself as someone else. Joan went on making a few things while I started my new adventure. Once 1977 came and Annie Hall became a success I could let Joan go and become who I am now or actually, who I was.
I loved being Diane Keaton but I really missed being Joan Crawford. To hell with moving on. I'm moving back. Luckily one of my friends has decided to come here and I've given it Diane Keaton so I can be Joan Crawford once again."
She laughed as Kim Carnes fell to her knees, crying.
Joan, "We have to do this right."
She walked over to the make-up artist and demanded a pair of scissors. The woman quickly handed them over. She walked back to Kim who was still crying and grabbed her hair.
Joan, "I've made this more complicated than it needed to be. You already have the hair. You just need the eyes."
Kim, "Wh-what are you talking about?"
Joan, "The song, my dear." Joan bent down and ran her fingers through Kim's hair then gently kissed her. "Your hair is Harlow gold. Your lips sweet surprise." She took hold of Kim's hands. "Your hands are never cold."
Joan took the scissors and stabbed out Kim's eyes as she shrieked in pain. Joan walked over to a table that was covered by a black cloth. She pulled it off revealing among other things a jar filled with liquid. Encased in the liquid were two eyes. Joan pulled the lid off the jar and reached inside to grab the eyes. She walked back over to Kim, eyeballs in hand. She grabbed Kim's hair and pulled her up. She popped the first eye in and then the second.
Joan, "And now you've got Bette Davis eyes."
Kim collapsed to the floor and Joan laughed.
Joan, "I hated that bitch Bette Davis. Just an awful, horrid woman she was. She was the bane of my existence. She was all too happy when Joan died. So when she died I went and took her eyes. She didn't need them where she was going. She'd be able to tell where she was by the heat. I am the one who laughed last. I will always be the one who laughs last."
She walked back over to the table and picked up two pictures. One of Deadpool, the other of Jax Teller. She yelled at someone to hang the pictures on the wall. A small, unimposing man rushed over and took the pictures.
She looked down at the table and scowled. She picked up a wire hanger. She walked over to where the unimposing man has placed the pictures.
Joan, "You know I have an animus for wire hangers. And I can't say I'm too fond of the gentlemen in these pictures."
She began hitting the pictures with the wire hanger.
Joan, "I've fought worse monsters for years in Hollywood. I know how to win the hard way. Don't f*** with me fellas. This ain't my first time at the rodeo."
She walked away from the mangled pictures then demanded someone bring her her fur coat. The unimposing man quickly got it for her. She put it on and started to leave but not before looking back at Kim Carnes. The unimposing man had begun trying to help her. Joan walked over to Kim and the unimposing man. She looked down in disgust. She kicked the unimposing man in the head and he fell over. As she was laughing, she reached down into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone. As she was leaving she made a call.
Joan, "Christina. Mother's home."
Christina, "No. No."
Joan, "Christina."
Christina, "No. No. No. No."
Joan, "Come to Mother."
Christina, "No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No."
Joan, "Christina."
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen
Her hair is Harlow gold, her lips sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold, she's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll turn the music on you, you won't have to think twice
She's pure as New York snow, she got Bette Davis eyes
A shadow on the wall next to her began dancing.
Kim Carnes stood on a different platform along with a band and their instruments. She continued to sing with the same look of terror on her face.
And she'll tease you, she'll unease you
All the better just to please you
She's precocious
And she knows just what it takes to make a pro blush
She got Greta Garbo standoff sighs, she's got Bette Davis eyes
"Stop. Stop. Stop." A voice commanded.
Joan Crawford walked towards Kim Carnes while holding a blonde wig.
Joan, "Darling, this doesn't look Harlow Gold. I knew Jean Harlow and this looks nothing like." She paused and stared at Kim. "You my dear, you have gorgeous hair that brings me back to those awful times with that wretched woman. I lost several roles to her. I will never forgive her for that. And if we are going to do this right then I'll need hair that looks like hers."
Kim, "Why are we even doing this? How are you here? You died decades ago."
Joan, "You keep asking me that question. But if you must know, I'll tell you. Yes, Joan Crawford died in 1977. Almost three weeks after my movie, Annie Hall, came out."
Kim, "You weren't in Annie Hall."
Joan, "Sweetheart, I am not of this world. I became part of Joan in 1946. I had just left H.G. Wells. Where do you think he got all of his ideas? They were my reality. Well, I couldn't be him forever. I couldn't be Joan forever. I had to keep moving on.
However, I couldn't let Joan go before establishing myself as someone else. Joan went on making a few things while I started my new adventure. Once 1977 came and Annie Hall became a success I could let Joan go and become who I am now or actually, who I was.
I loved being Diane Keaton but I really missed being Joan Crawford. To hell with moving on. I'm moving back. Luckily one of my friends has decided to come here and I've given it Diane Keaton so I can be Joan Crawford once again."
She laughed as Kim Carnes fell to her knees, crying.
Joan, "We have to do this right."
She walked over to the make-up artist and demanded a pair of scissors. The woman quickly handed them over. She walked back to Kim who was still crying and grabbed her hair.
Joan, "I've made this more complicated than it needed to be. You already have the hair. You just need the eyes."
Kim, "Wh-what are you talking about?"
Joan, "The song, my dear." Joan bent down and ran her fingers through Kim's hair then gently kissed her. "Your hair is Harlow gold. Your lips sweet surprise." She took hold of Kim's hands. "Your hands are never cold."
Joan took the scissors and stabbed out Kim's eyes as she shrieked in pain. Joan walked over to a table that was covered by a black cloth. She pulled it off revealing among other things a jar filled with liquid. Encased in the liquid were two eyes. Joan pulled the lid off the jar and reached inside to grab the eyes. She walked back over to Kim, eyeballs in hand. She grabbed Kim's hair and pulled her up. She popped the first eye in and then the second.
Joan, "And now you've got Bette Davis eyes."
Kim collapsed to the floor and Joan laughed.
Joan, "I hated that bitch Bette Davis. Just an awful, horrid woman she was. She was the bane of my existence. She was all too happy when Joan died. So when she died I went and took her eyes. She didn't need them where she was going. She'd be able to tell where she was by the heat. I am the one who laughed last. I will always be the one who laughs last."
She walked back over to the table and picked up two pictures. One of Deadpool, the other of Jax Teller. She yelled at someone to hang the pictures on the wall. A small, unimposing man rushed over and took the pictures.
She looked down at the table and scowled. She picked up a wire hanger. She walked over to where the unimposing man has placed the pictures.
Joan, "You know I have an animus for wire hangers. And I can't say I'm too fond of the gentlemen in these pictures."
She began hitting the pictures with the wire hanger.
Joan, "I've fought worse monsters for years in Hollywood. I know how to win the hard way. Don't f*** with me fellas. This ain't my first time at the rodeo."
She walked away from the mangled pictures then demanded someone bring her her fur coat. The unimposing man quickly got it for her. She put it on and started to leave but not before looking back at Kim Carnes. The unimposing man had begun trying to help her. Joan walked over to Kim and the unimposing man. She looked down in disgust. She kicked the unimposing man in the head and he fell over. As she was laughing, she reached down into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone. As she was leaving she made a call.
Joan, "Christina. Mother's home."
Christina, "No. No."
Joan, "Christina."
Christina, "No. No. No. No."
Joan, "Come to Mother."
Christina, "No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No."
Joan, "Christina."
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen
