I can't get over Hitchcock's Rear Window, and Grace Kelly's sparkling dress. I wanna be just like that, dazzling. I wanna marry a prince from somewhere far away, I don't know. I don't know anything but I wanna go to California where the sun is so bright it's perfect for natural lighting, where some director, some camera crew can make my brown skin look just as good as hers looked ivory.
The diner is never busy. I wanna climb up the coffee stained counter and scream, "hey! hey! it's me, I'm Daisy and I'm gonna be some big-shot Hollywood star and y'all are gonna think, hey didn't she work at that diner down the block?"
Yeah, same one who spilled coffee all over your pants on her first day. sorry sir. sorry ma'am. Yeah, I'll go call the manager. sorry. Yes, I was just daydreaming, yeah I wanna be an actress someday. yeah, it's a dream. Yeah, i know, I gotta keep my head outta the cloud when I'm serving hot steaming coffee. Sorry, boss. I'll do better next time.
"Hey, isn't that Daisy?" they'll mount a poster on the wall, a bigger one outside. I'll bring them so much fucking green paper they'll rename the diner and call it somethin' like Daisy's Diner. When I saunter in once in a while, I'll say, "It's on me." The folks'll go wild, asking for autographs.
The thing is I don't know if I know how to be an actress. You don't gotta be pretty like in the old days. You don't gotta be white, but it's still difficult, I know. I can see the Hollywood sign from over here, it's in the far distance, and its spotlights blind me, they wrap around my ankles and they tug at me like those corny cowboy dancers tugging their ladies with invisible rope. Hollywood's my boyfriend, I'm attracted to no one but him.
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General Fictiondaisy leads the cliché life of an aspiring actress working at a diner, waiting to trade roller blades for louboutins image: tashimrod on instagram
