Like Venus being born...she steps on the stage into the heat of the bright light. Her long, blond hair curling down like tails of serpents on her shoulders.
The glitter of her very expensive evening gown...sparkles like stars in the heavens. She moves with her practiced grace to the microphone that has become favorite phallus.
A has been actor hands her the golden award and she kisses his cheek like she cares.
She holds the gold to her heart and tells the audience the same old lie...she never expected to win. "Tears....dammit...I need tears to get a standing ovation," She thinks to herself.
She thought of family deaths and tragedies. She thought of poverty as a child. She thought of her struggle to the top....nothing....not even a mist.
She almost just told them "Thank you," when she thought of the time her Poodle named, Precious, got her little foot caught in that dammed revolving door.
The tears came rolling down her rosy cheeks as she said,"This is for my fans...my lovely, wonderful fans...if I have made just one person feel as wonderful as I do when I'm acting...I have accomplished my mission."
The applause began to grow louder and louder as she spoke out,"I love you all....so much...I love you...love...you...love you!"
A few in the audience stood up and then all stood with a roar of screams and applause. As she waved....her ego pumped out a celestial orgasm that made her blush as she disappeared behind the velvet maroon curtains.
"I am a Diva...goddess of the screen," She mumbled to herself as the people back stage congratulated her.
Her assistant handed Precious to her and she kissed the little poodle until it growled. Then the dog snapped at her!
She handed Precious back to the assistant and said,"Someone is in a bitchy mood!"
She slightly bent over and whispered at the dog while cracking her waxed smile away,"Anyone can be replaced....anyone."
