5-19-24.
4:00 pm.
'Everyone has left. It's only you and me. We can sort it all out,' Donatel glanced at Ali.
'Oh, yeah, what are we going to sort out?' Ali asks.
'Everyone is happy, like they stuck gold, all because of me,' Donatel smiled.
Ali walked around the glass table, 'You are a wonder, actor, producer, and editor. You hit the red series,' she smiled, 'You are a pathetic original man, but not to worry, I'm here to make your day.'
'Great, you're killing me with too much kindness. Do you want me in a body bag?' Donatel, 'You are talking nonsense, trash if I ever heard trash before?
'Give me a break, I work hard for you, and all you give me is small parts, around hot looking makes. My hormones are playing havoc on my body,' Ali pulls the long scarf off her neck.
'I feel like I'm a nobody, and you're my man, and it hurts me to fuck the man putting me in this foresaken place, I call hell-hole.'
'Thumbs up, you did it again, I didn't think I was at the bottom of the pit,' she stammered.
Donatel responded, 'Poor pitiful Ali, stop acting like this makes a difference. You're not a tossed salad by no means.'
'Tell me your true passions besides the bedroom, is it fast cars, hot rides, and pretty women?' Ali asks, pointing her finger in his bare chest.
'Lust, anger, jealousy, and you are all three, you are a Pollyanna, my Pollyanna,' Donatel says, pulling her on top of his lap.
'Are you talking about your emotions getting the best of you?' Ali asks.
'I am not Pollyanna, but I think some good will come out of this, like thistles and roses,' she laughs.
'You are a very clever girl, and you don't disappoint, need I say more, Pollyanna?' Donatel strokes her arm.
'You know what, you're villainous bully, Pollyanna,' Donatel teases.
'Tell me, how can I be a Gisele Bundchen if you're not a Tom Brady,' Ali sighs.
'We're not married yet. Why compare ourselves to the likes of them?' Don asks, 'I promise you the moon and stars, you'll get your fame, Pollyanna. The sad part is that you'll be eating at McDonald's, big Macs, and small fries.'
'You're such a happy meal. You're not a bit funny,' she stammered.
'You have a heart of glass,' Don said, 'And a smile that makes my day.'
Ali wanted to get even. He's right -
Ali stands up and sings -
You have a heart of glass
Kicks him.
Once I had a love, it turned out to be nobody.
Kicks him.
Soon, it turned out to be glass.
Kicks him.
It seemed like the real thing, but it turned out to be something else.
Kicks him.
Mucho mistake one, love gone wrong.
Kicks him.
Once, I thought I had divine love, but I nearly lost my mind.
Kicks him.
What I find to be pleasing, making me divine.
Kisses him.
Love is so confusing, but your smile is pleasing.
Kisses follow.
You're teasing, bumping, and cuddling can't be beat.
A kiss follows.
'Don't stop now, Pollyanna, you're on a roll,' Don pulls her close.
'I don't intend to stop. Let's drop - - -
'If you say so - - -
A man's voice says, 'You got this, Pollyanna.'
Outside the room, a clock strikes -
5 pm.
'Is there anything you see in me? Ali asks.
'You'll never grow old in my eyes, Pollyanna,' Don brushes his lips across her shoulders, so tenderly.
'We're forever young in paradise,' Ali pulls him back, wrapping her legs around his waist.
'We're going to party likes it's 8989,' Don kisses her forehead.
'I learned how to make love from the movies,' Ali swears.
'Ali, do me a favor. Read the lines from 'Get Free' -
Finally, I'm crossing the threshold.
From the ordinary world to reveal my heart.
Undoubtedly, that will be certain.
Take the dead out of the sea and the darkness from the arts.
This is my commitment, my modern manifesto.
I'm doing it for all of us who never got the chance.
For and for.
( Shut up, shut up )
And all my birds of paradise.
( Shut up, shut up )
Who never got to fly at night.
( Shut up, shut up )
'Cause they were caught up in a dance.
Sometimes, it feels like I have a war in my mind.
I wanna get off, but I keep riding the ride.
I never really noticed that I had to decide.
To play someone's game or live my own life.
And now I do.
I wanna move.
Out of the black ( out of the black ).
Into the blue ( into the blue ).
Finally.
Gone is the burden, of course, a way of healing.
And, you were that partner in our relationship.
I knew without a pot of gold.
Your touch, your given.
There's no turning back.
Talk is cheap.
Money is good.
I am a star.
I am fire.
I am what you say.
I am a player.
I make myself presentable.
I make the most of the way.
To be a star.
I must have gone to your heart.
There's nothing I can't do.
I am going through this process.
All those things are good for making sure that I am a star.
Who am I to make believe.
When I got that feeling of being me.
Yes, two steps back, and three steps forward.
I can climb a ladder.
To only dream bigger.
I can be likable.
I can be capable.
I can be thinkable.
I can be remarkable.
I can be loveable.
I make myself presentable to all the positions allowable.
'You said it all, Pollyanna. You're fine, and I think it's time to relax, let help you out of your clothes,' Don kisses her fully.
'Right,' Ali smiles big, knowing where this was going.
Ali steps out of her heels.
Don follows her to the couch, and Don helps her undress.
Ali lays down and closes her eyes, strong arms wrapped around her.
5:30 pm.
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