"Darce! The taxis here!" Marilyn called up the stairs. With my makeup applied I pulled on a burlesque style dress, all black - of course - with silver linings. Adjusting my stockings one last time I rushed down the stairs with my black heeled pumps in one hand. "You look great now come on the taxis outside." He ushered me outside and into the car.
It had been a year since Marilyn and I met. It had been a bumpy road but right now we were going to a red carpet event. I never exactly knew what the event was about but I didn't care. It was fun and I was meeting loads of celebrities on a more personal basis.
Also, I managed to get my career on track. I was modelling and I appeared in a few of Marilyn Manson music videos.
The taxi stopped at the front of the event and Marilyn got out, he helped me out then the rest of the band followed. I was more of an accepted part of the band that has no use but I'm always just there. Holding on to Marilyns arm he led me to the first set of reporters. I glanced around while they asked Marilyn questions until they said something that caught my attention: "You don't get along with Darcie's parents, how do you feel about them being here?"
"My mom and dad are here?" I asked, panic surging through me.
"I thought you would have known." They pointed the microphone towards me.
"No, we've not been on the best terms lately." Understatement of the year.
I hadn't seen mom and dad since we argued at Rosies apartment, I couldn't miss them as I barely saw them throughout my life. Besides, I knew leaving them was for the best.
With that statement, Marilyn and I neared the event although before we got there, the band had pictures. I stood at the side not wanting to get in the way. They wanted pictures with only the band - not me.
Once the pictures were taken we all walked into a large arena-like building. It was enormous. Marilyn began chatting to people I didn't recognise while the rest of the band stood talking to eachother. I joined the band as I was getting bored.
"Darcie." Mom said behind me, I turned round. Her blonde hair was loose and cascaded down her back, she wore a halter neck pale blue dress and minimal makeup. With her angelic look I realised how this appeared. Anyone who saw the events that were going to take place at that moment would have seen me as the bad one because I was wearing a black - albeit slutty - dress and dark makeup. She'd be the one who "only wants what's best for her rebelious daughter".
"I didn't expect to see you here." She stepped closer to me. I stepped back. Sighing she said, "come home? Please?"
"When will you understand I'm happy?" I stared at my knotted fingers. I didn't want to cause a scene. I didn't want to see her.
"You're pretending you're happy. Are you staying with him? Are you healthy? Do you have anyone to talk to?" She asked.
"Yes, yes and yes. The whole band... they're the family I never really had... I never had a proper family..." I said picking my words. I was angry but I really didn't want to cause a scene. Everyone would point the finger at Marilyn and I don't want that.
"What are you talking about? Of course you had a proper family! You're nothing but ungrateful. We pay for you to stay at your idols house for about a week but you've been there a year. We worked hard to give you the best life possible and this is how you repay us?!" Mom shrieked unable to hide the anger in her voice.
"Please don't make a scene." I beg quietly. It was too late. People were turning around. They were watching, like a fight at school. Mom didn't say anymore. She took a deep breath and walked away. Pushing through the crowds she slowly disappeared from my vision.
I usually cried at the thought of my parents but I guess I'd become numb to it all.
I turned back to the group and Twiggy put a supportive hand on my back. I smiled at him then Marilyn joined us, he stood behind me with his arms around my waist.
"Theres a dance in the middle. Should we all go?" Marilyn asked. It was obvious he wanted to have some fun in such a boring environment. We neared a band who were typical pop-punk crap. They were singing about a girl of course. Marilyn and the band leapt into the centre where everyone was dancing.
It felt like a school disco environment. The thought brung back bad memories. Sitting alone in the corner of the school dance. Being laughed at for not having someone to dance with. One year I even spent it in the restroom.
Marilyn began jumping around and the band followed. They pushed eahother and head banged not even to the music. People began watching these beautiful people as they get lost in the moment. I watched and laughed until Twiggy held his hand out and I joined in. Twiggy and John thought it would be a good idea to lift me up above their heads, except I was wearing a dress. John realised the problem so sat me on his and Twiggys shoulders they held me up as I wobbled and panicked until they put me down. Dancing around Marilyn pulled me close and kissed me roughly, his hands carressed my hair and cheeks as I ran my hands over his. He pulled back, gave me a crooked smile then carried on dancing.
Suddenly a large muscular man in a suit grabbed Marilyns arm, then with the other arm he grabbed Madonna. Two other guards appeared and escorted all of us out the venue. We were too busy laughing to care. I was totally sober yet I felt great. As I was walked out I saw mom - along with everyone else - turn to watch us get escorted out.
Outside we were blocked by a large amount of reporters. Their microphones were shoved in our faces as they asked why we were kicked out. "We were bored." Marilyn shrugged as he kept walking. I managed to get hold of Marilyn arm, if we were to walk quickly I needed help in the size of heels I was wearing. With no cab to escape into, we all just kept walking. Not answering the questions the reporters were being thrown at us. "Wanna for food?" Marilyn asked with a mischievious smile on his face.
"Why not?" I smiled.
We kept walking further into the city. A few cameras were flashing at us, but we ignored them and kept walking. Twiggy appeared beside Marilyn and muttered something in his ear. They began discussing something but I couldn't hear what.
"What are you two whispering about?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
"Nothing..." Twiggy smirked.
"What?" I whined.
"Might as well do it now." Twiggy shrugged saying it quietly to Marilyn.
"No, no it needs to be calmer." Marilyn said. He was obviously nervous about something, but what?
Finally we arrived at a really tall building, we went inside and Marilyn pressed a button for the elevator. When we got into the elevator Marilyn was shaking, I looked at his face and I could see he was anxious.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing." He tried giving me a reassuring smile but it wasn't working.
"Okay, tell me when you're ready." I gave up. I wasn't going to get anything out of him.
Inside the restaurant it was beautiful. It was high above the city with windows which were full length so we could see across the landscape. It turned out Marilyn had booked a table which was strange. We were supposed to be at the event right now, why did he book a table?
Sat at the table we placed our orders then I went to the restroom.
Arriving back at the table Marilyn took a deep breath as I moved the napkin. Beneath it was a small black velvet box.
Inside that there was a silver ring with a sapphire in the middle.
My eyes went straight to Marilyn and he was smiling.
"Marry me?"
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BOOM! What do you think?? I was supposed to be having a break but I couldn't help it.
DxsposableTeen
