... out loud enough to lure a journalist
or music industry professional.
A MOULIN STAR can eas'ly build a list
of useful names not picked up at ècole.
That team that cranks out "Britney-hits" stops in
from time to time, and promise, for her smile,
to write a "Loulou-hit." Quite useful men
to have already programmed for speed-dial.
MADONNA was too short to get the job
that Loulou's legs wrapped up so easily --
but limitations can provide a knob
to unseen doors of opportunity.
INSIDE HER HEAD she hums the Dixie Chicks
who somewhere bluegrass channels STEVIE NICKS ...
... repeating in the present, verses found
a QUARTER CENT'RY BACK when love was trapped
in ASPEN SNOW... Her love had run aground.
Her father's Greyhound-Bus pass useless, sapped ...
... of power by untimely workers' strike.
BAD BOYFRIEND took the car and left HER there
to stew alone ... or maybe take a hike
into an avalanche ... for all he'd care.
INSTEAD, Ms. Nicks sat down and wrote a song
that's vague enough to fit the way you feel,
no matter who you are -- done right, or wrong.
And so each REPETITION has appeal ...
... to ev'ry generation with a heart.
The Dixie Chicks RE-SING it 'cause they're smart. ...
Their version rolls around in Loulou's head
encoded in a twang not very French.
"That Dixie Chick's too short and too well fed,"
thinks Loulou -- who's a tall and slender wench, ...
... or was, before she SWITCHED to play Sagesse.
THE NEW LOULOU has NOT BEEN CAST as yet,
but she'll be just as tall -- well, more or less.
That BLACK-HAIRED GIRL on "Birds of Prey".... Let's get ...
... her in to read for this, if that show fails.
(And if it doesn't, clone her... Let's REPEAT
that D.N.A. again ... for all the males
who want a girl like Elvis -- not too sweet ...
... but leather-clad ... and wears a pretty sneer
that's cool-ly welcoming, more than sincere.)
"WELL, I'VE BEEN, 'FRAID OF, CHANGIN' ..." goes the tune
that's rolling 'round the head of WHO GETS CAST.
Of Ashley Scott ... or clone -- OR some CARTOON
Perhaps it might be best to choose the last, ...
... considering the "costume" that's required.
Contractual agreement might be hard.
Would actresses agree to be attired
in nothing more than lipstick -- their petard ...
... displayed in all its glory? ... FOR ONE WEEK
OF PUDDING STARDOM ... 'till they are REPLACED?
Negotiating challenge -- cheek by cheek,
persuading ev'ry star of our good taste ...
... in what will be revealed in ev'ry shot --
without a push-up bra they'll still look hot.
A FLASH OF LIGHTNING and WILL SHAKESPEARE POPS
INTO THIS SCENE from HEAVEN ... where he's been
observing this.... Throws up his hands... He stops
THE WRITER with one PUNCH.... His deep chagrin ...
... is evident: "What's wrong with you, 'my son'?
Why foist upon the world such pointless verse?
If you would waste some lines ... at least have fun.
Just stop right now, before you make it worse."
THE WRITER nods OK, but does not smile --
though hearing Shakespeare's voice (again) should please
him very much, ... it would take much more guile
than he can muster ... (Pure) Hypocrisies ...
... would have to flow to justify more speech.
The LESSONS learned this week ... aren't ripe to teach.
(END OF ACT II)
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