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CHAPTER TWO // day of the fall. THE SHOW MUST NOT GO ON!
Okay. I'm about to seriously call Scarlett out. Sorry Scar, love you.
Your Aunt Scarlett is so not who she used to be anymore. I didn't like her much at first, although I'm sure you would've, just because I didn't. Little smart ass. But Scarlett was different then, because life before the fall was still pretty fresh and her aunt hadn't been as good to her as she has been to you.
It is a messy, sad, long, complicated fucking story.
I know you've heard things in passing about her old life at this point, but Scarlett did really used to be one of the most famous actors in the world before the fall. You were raised on telenovelas though, and Scarlett is the whitest fucking person around, so you didn't realize when you first met her. Carmen knew who she was and almost shit her pants, though. I'm not sure if you remember that. In your little eyes, something like a movie star is cool. A dream life for a dream girl. She's this rich, beautiful lady who has a job that seems perfect on paper. A lot of kids want to grow up and be on the big screen. Not you, of course. You wanted to be an astronaut, or a marine, or something involving getting your hands dirty. You were like me that way. But Carmen, and mom, and Nicole and Gabriela all would've killed to do what Scarlett used to do.
But Hollywood was not all it was cracked up to be. At all. Scarlett's life before was honestly maybe more of a nightmare than it is now, and with all the years that have passed, I don't think she'd mind me saying that.
Scarlett played a lot of different parts in her time as an actor. She played warriors who wore combat boots (not as cool as mine) and studded leather gloves. Princesses whose breathtaking dresses trailed endlessly on the sparkling palace floor behind her. She'd played politicians meaner than the devil, with lipstick redder than blood. There were beach bums, geeks, jealous psychopaths, and the occasional kind-hearted world-changer. But she played none as much as the damsel in distress. It seemed that no matter what, she always ended up back in the shoes of a feeble, incapable, in-need-of-rescuing woman with no personality and the IQ of a wet sock.
She would never complain, though. Ever. She knew that the recurring portrayal of the predictable and pointless characters stemmed straight from the fact that it mirrored flawlessly who she was when the cameras weren't rolling.
I kind of have this hunch that it was her lifelessness that had caused Hollywood to fall in love with her in the first place. She was a blank canvas. Directors could do anything they wanted with her and she would listen like a sheep.
I know this probably sounds harsh, or offensive, but it was simply her way of life, and I'm trying to paint you a picture.
Scarlett's (evil, sadist, cash-hungry) aunt (who you've probably never heard her talk about) got legal guardianship of her really early on. It kind of just fell in her lap when her parents died. Freak boating accident. She was only like 3. But her aunt was not fit for a caregiver, and basically forced little Scarlett to become her own personal cash cow.
