Purple Piano, Pink Elephants

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Miss Smack: (dressed in Pink cheerleading suit, for the lions. She purs and swats like at cat into her long skinny mirror, a vodka martini at her bedside, she drapes herself into the covers, sips and states, “ I can still recall when I was a little dumb brunette screaming numbers at my competitors, she jumps up knocking the dirty martini; (Smack, she slams her hands on the mirror leaving a hand print from her daily routine of moisturizing)

Camera zooms into hand print

then to

Miss Smack on the floor now do Pilates, all while chanting “I Am the Door” In her NYC flat curtains pink, phone pink, walls of course also pink, giving the year of 1976. Still chanting now in a downward dog position. Camera underneath her face upside down looking into camera. Spiking it. Angrily.  The phone rings and she answers (still in position) “What’s popping donkey daddy?”
A cool man replies with a single “Yo” (smooth voice)

Miss Smack: I thought I told you never to call here again Josh, gosh I’ve, ugh, geeze like your nothing but a loser, lose my number, you’re a real bummer. no doubt.
no way Jose we are never getting back together, so last summer, gosh Josh you know the dirtier you talk to me the more clean I become, That is a negative Josh, I’ve moved you’ll never find me, actually you’ll never even recognize me! Aha god go ahead try and find me! I’ve changed every single little thing about myself, baby no, now I do Yoga! I’m sorry it didn’t work out in grade school, now I’m all about the fashion, Yup getting it done is the best part of me.
XXX