Since we are dreaming today for Daily Post: The Show Must Go On I have chosen to act and to be the new Miss Marilyn Monroe.
My idiot producer just came into my dressing room and screamed at me, “Be out there in five minutes and DO SEXY!”
Flippantly, I answered, “Sorry bud, I don't do sexy!”
His anger was burning red hot in his face.
“Like I said, be on the stage in five minutes and BE SEXY!” He growled.
Continuing to put on my make-up and without turning to look at him I retorted, “NO! I am NOT going to BE sexy!”
“What the hell Marilyn?! That is what you were hired for, to DO and BE sexy!”
This is when I turned to stare him right in the face, “To HELL with you Bob. You hired me to be ME. GOT THAT?! ME ME ME!”
I turned back to the mirror to finish my makeup while Bob sat down on the couch,
“Marilyn, that is what your legacy is, it is SEXY! The show will be ruined if you don't do SEXY!”
Once again, I stopped putting on my makeup, “Bob, you know how my life ended. I took a fistful of pills and KILLED MYSELF! Are you wanting me to do that again?”
He put his face into his hands, “No, of course not. I just WANT YOU TO BE SEXY!”
“Nope.” I answered, “I will not be what you want me to be.”
“Why?” He asked with obvious frustration, “You don't drink anymore. You don't take your pills anymore. NOW you don't do sexy? Why for Heaven's sake?”
“Because I want to live. I get ONE CHANCE for a do over, and this is my chance to change what happened to me. I am changing! I have changed!”
Sounding defeated, Bob replied, “Well Marilyn. The show must go on.”
Bob left the dressing room with his head down and slowly walked out on the stage and announced to the audience, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to the New Miss Marilyn Monroe.”
I walked out onto stage and the entire theatre stood up clapping and whistling. I had a nice peach colored gown on. It was slightly fitting to my body, but wasn't considered “sexy.” I still had the audience. They still loved me. I was so happy. What was even better, Bob was too.
The play, “The New Miss Marilyn Monroe,” was a hit. The audience loved me! They loved a girl from a hick town that doesn't get up in front of them and shake her “girls.” I was finally being treated with respect. R-E-S-P-E-C-T, something I didn't have in my previous life and it felt good. It felt DAMN GOOD!
But that was forty-five years ago. As I look at my reflection in my mirror, I see a beautiful woman that doesn't look a day over thirty. My acting days are over. All I want to do now is to spend time with my husband and family. Today, my grandchildren are here and my husband and I are taking them to the zoo.
As I hurry down the stairs, I see my precious grandchildren and my loving husband. I am so thankful, so very thankful to have been given another chance. My maid, Maria, has prepared a nice breakfast and it smells delicious. I hear the children as they coming running toward me with my husband in tow,
“Hello my precious little cherubs!
Suddenly, Richard (my husband) yelled out, “CUT! THAT'S A WRAP!”
It had been a long day of shooting and I was very glad the day was over. My husband, the producer, walked over to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. Through the corner of my eye I saw a movement coming toward me. I turned to see and it was Marilyn Monroe. She walked up to me and grabbed my hands, “You were wonderful playing me!”
I was shocked! I didn't know she was even here. As I gasped, I managed to ask, “Marilyn, I didn't know you were here.” I felt so small compared to this big name celebrity.
“My husband and family were up in the loft watching the take.”
About that time a handsome man, about her age, and two small children walked up to join her.
I shook her husband's hand and introduced myself.
“Sure, I know who you are. Marilyn has been talking about how wonderful your acting is.”
My husband gave me a squeeze.
Marilyn introduced us to her two young grandchildren, Isabella and Christian. She and her husband both said their goodbyes to us and then took the hands of Isabella and Christian saying to them, “Let's have breakfast and take off for the zoo.”
Still in shock, I looked at my husband, “She doesn't look a day over thirty!”
(Photographs from Pinterest).