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  1. Sixteen-year-old Desdemona, dressed in preppy clothes, sits at the front desk of her grandfather's auto shop. The office phone to her ear. "Hi Mr. Hebert," she says. "I'm calling you to inform you that your car should be ready for pick up tomorrow at 1," she smiles. "Yes, and the rest of your payment will be $300. Alright, thank you and see you soon." She goes back to filing paperwork. She sees a headline on her cellphone. TEXAS GAY TEEN TAKES HIS OWN LIFE. She looks away and toward a customer. "Hey Mr. Goodson, I'll tell my papa you're here." "Thank you, Desi." S
  2. Once again, Desdemona and Jeff sit in the big chairs across from Johnson and Smith. "What did we tell you about going too dark?" Johnson bites. "What we mean is," Smith says, putting her hands up. "This new intro...we can't put that on the radio?" "Why?" Desdemona asks. Smith turns to Johnson. Johnson grabs a piece of paper and reads off of it. "In the town next to mine, there's a boy who is sick of hearing, all you..." He trails off. He looks at Desdemona. "Faggots," She leans forward. "There's a boy who is sick of hearing, all you faggots must die." Ev
  3. Desdemona stands at her mark trying to breathe in this god-awful ball grown they put her in. She is starving. She eyes the crafts table across the studio hanger. Oh god, she wants a muffin. But she can't move, because the crew is setting up the lights around her. Most celebrities get stand-ins, but Jeff tells her not to be difficult. She looks around at the white sound sage. The crew tests the paint hoses. She loves the idea of rainbow paint coming down the walls in one of her music videos. But she still doesn't get why she has to be in this dress. The back-up dancers line up on the
  4. Desdemona opens her eyes to wake for the nightmare before. She rolls to her nightstand and checks her phone. A text from her manager Jeff, saying to call him immediately. She rises up and grabs the phone. She walks into the bathroom, sits on the toilet, and reaches for a ponytail band. She gathers her rough curly hair back, thinking she has too much hair to deal with, that maybe she should just cut it off. She flushes the toilet and dials Jeff. “Hello,” Jeff says on speaker. “What’s up?” She sits her phone down and starts to brush her teeth. “Stay out of trouble, please.”
  5. Caroline remembers watching her father perform, and being amazed. Aaron Abrams was energetic, charismatic, and loved being the center of attention. Caroline would watch from the wings, running around the glowing stage, partially bouncing off the walls. Covered in sweat, but smiling all the way. Caroline remembers the crowds, singing along. He’d stare out, connecting with as many people as possible. “I love you,” He’d say into the microphone, before walking off, scooping Caroline his arms. “What do you think about all this, Care Bear?” His voice was so happy and confronting. His smile
  6. Caroline would never tell anyone that she watches porn. However for being horny as hell, she was rather picky about her porn. She can’t stand amateur porn. If she can see the camera guy in the shot or hear the static, she can’t get off. She likes good plot lines but hates when the foreplay drags on too long. Tonight a certain title has caught her attention. Preppy brunette fucks black lesbian mechanic for payment. It wasn’t the best quality, but the mechanic had hair like Desdemona. Desdemona would make a hot mechanic. The young brunette bends over on the hood of the car,
  7. Seventeen- year- old Desdemona wakes up, though she didn't sleep well. The cots at the county juvenile detention center are terribly uncomfortable. Desdemona stood in the bathroom with her fellow delinquents, trying to comb her knotted hair. Without the luxury of a conditioner, her tangled curly swallowed up the comb. Desdemona silently tries to pull it out. However then the loud crack happens and Desdemona hears the laughter behind her. She holds the broken comb in her hand and bites down on her lips. It's not worth the drama. *** Desdemona hides in the corner of the center's library.
  8. Caroline has known Patrick Douglas since she was a little girl. Mr. Douglas is her dad's manager for the last ten years of his life. Her dad always spoke fondly of him. So he was the first person she wanted to represent her. "And I've been writing songs," She started rambling as they ate lunch together, "I already know exactly what I wanted to wear on the album cover. And I really want to tour Europe." "Caroline," Mr. Douglas puts his hand. "Love the excitement, but..." he leans forward, "But maybe you should hold off." "What?" He clears his throat, "You're a very...imaginative
  9. "When I look at you with those eyes. I see rainbows and waterfalls." On the night of February 29th, Fifteen-year-old Jesse Abrams was woken up by a scream. He got out of bed and walked down the hallway. He didn't know what he was expecting. But he was not prepared for how this night would affect him. He looked into his father's bedroom to find housekeeper was the one screaming. His father's body was halfway on the bed, halfway on the floor. He stood there trying to process the image. Like his eye sockets were not connecting with his brain. His dad looked like a dead fish, fresh at
  10. Celia swings the police office door open, stomping out. Caroline silently follows. They get in the car. Neither says anything. Celia throws Caroline's belongings at her. Caroline digs through to find her phone. Several missed calls and texts, but one sticks out. A text from Desdemona. ARE YOU OKAY? Caroline smiles. *** Caroline confidently strolls through the walls of the uptight Beverly Hills store. Desdemona uncomfortably follows her. Keeping her hands in her pockets. "Why are we here?" "To buy clothes?" Caroline chuckles. Desdemona feels the salespeople stari
  11. Here Caroline texts as her ride pulls up. "Are you sure you want me to drop you off here?" The driver asks her. Caroline looks up. It's not the Ritz. The building is old, rusted...and poor looking. Caroline looks at her phone to double-check the address. "Miss?" Desdemona walks out and opens her door. "That's my friend. Thanks." Caroline tightly grabs her purse. "You have never been in this part of LA before, have you?" Desdemona asks. "No." Caroline shook her head, looking around the parking lot. "Well relax nobody's going to stab you." ***
  12. Caroline Abrams has always dreamt of following in her famous father's footsteps and become a musician. But after making some bad headlines, she finds it's not as easy as she thought. In fact it's a nightmare. And she falls for rising rockstar, Desdemona Potts, everything gets compacted. Desdemona is a rebel, who wants to rich and famous, but fears she may lose herself in the process. She doesn't know what to think about the innocent, native Caroline. But there is something about her, Desdemona can't resist. Her manger says hooking up with Caroline would be all kinds of wrong. But maybe s
  13. In 1935, Roosevelt created the Federal Art Project (FAP) as the agency that would administer artist employment projects, federal art commissions, and community art centers. Roosevelt saw the arts and access to them as fundamental to American life and democracy. The art produced through government programs pictured the hardships of the period. Breadlines, homelessness, and poverty were often common subjects. One of these works produced was Family Flats by Millard Street. Family flats artistically showed the overcrowded and in poor condition, of the ghettos. These tenements are often the onl
  14. Georgia O' Keeffee, American artist most known for her flower paintings once said, "I feel there is something unexplored about women that only a woman can explore." So dear lame journal, I was staring at myself in the mirror this morning. I now have armpit hair. Great. I'm never going to wear sleeveless shirts again. From now on its only long sleeves. That goes for the legs too. Another thing I was noticing...my chest. I know that sounds really weird. But lately, they've been like...coming out. I've kind of been thinking about that bra. It's still in the cardboard box next to my be
  15. In the aftermath of Van Gogh's 1888 breakdown that resulted in the self-mutilation of his left ear. Van Gogh voluntarily admitted himself to the Saint-Paul-de-Mausole asylum. During the year Van Gogh stayed at the asylum, The Starry Night was painted. So dear lame journal, So the first thing I did when I woke up this morning was to check out the mystery drawing. She added stars. And they weren't those five-pointed fake-looking stars. They looked liked crystal balls, or like ghosts in the sky. Whoa, I just got kind of poetic here. But anyway, she added stars. ***
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