David: Listen to “Moonlight Sonata” by Beethoven.
Jack threw many parties. The famous JFK. Son of the great Joseph Patrick Kennedy, an Amateur. JFK, being the master. No one knows who JPK is. I mean, come on?
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Jack Kennedy was a bright young man, according to some. An absolute oaf according to others. But whichever side you landed on, you hated him. Why? Because he was a god-like jackass. Well, to most of us, anyway.
To the Roosevelts he was nothing. An absolute nobody. To Tom Banks he was a sad, despondent, difficult man. And if we imagine Kay Banks, known now as Lacey, at this possible place, the party, we can imagine she’d have felt some combination of admiration and total disinterest. Why? Because she’d have respected Jack’s effort and charm, but have felt him…dull, actually. Just…another average New Money wannabe aristocrat.
Listen to “Love Is the Drug” by The Bryan Ferry Orchestra.
Lem, well, we all know Lem. Or we think we do.
And most of us know Marilyn Monroe, too.
So, let’s set the mood. Imagine you’re surrounded by about a million lights, all being shined in your face, like twinkling stars. And all you can do is focus on one person, or one object and try to be as agreeable and playful as possible, so as to look good on camera.
Listen to “Together” by The Xx.
Lem…was encouraging me to make a joke. I was going in a different direction. Lacey just took over. With this song.
Lacey: I’m not as good as him, but I don’t care. I’m sorry, Mr. Lynch.
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Marilyn was… sexy.
You ARE in awe of her. Still.
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Jack was a worthless asshole. But you…love him. And it’s…terrifying.
The song plays.
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The song ends.
Listen to “Be My Baby” by The Ronettes.
Marilyn shook her ass. In a white sheath dress. Right in JFK’s face.
She found herself irresistible. Yes, she did.
Marilyn Monroe loved attention. And Jack, being a dumb narcissist, gave it to her. And then of course, took it away, just when she least expected it. It may actually have driven her to suicide, eventually.
But at this party… she was high. High on drugs. High on life. And high on her love for JFK.
And…being an unusually attractive woman, she was… surprisingly beautiful. Even in her… sloppy state.
Oh! Of course she was dressed. But, she was…sloppy.
Well, sloppy by their standards. In the early 1960’s.
Blond, bright, hair. Long, slender, yet round limbs. Energy radiating from her body, like a Christmas light, on a Christmas tree. …Joyful. She stood-out, and brought… happiness. Just by being there. No one ever just says that. Because she was over-sexualized. But…in truth…Marilyn Monroe was… bright, like…a star.
Lem. Lem was… Clark Kent. As a type. Bespectacled. Nerdy. But…secretly very manly.
It would make sense he’d have hit on her. Doesn’t it? That Lem would have hit on Marilyn? …Clark Kent and… the bombshell of the century. Perfect match. But no.
Listen to “How Did I Get Here” by ODESZA.
Lacey… did not… “care”.
Yes, as Mr. Lynch was about to point out, she was fresh out of a romance with Elliott Roosevelt.
Lacey’s no ugly slouch.
But, Lacey… would be pleasantly surprised that Lem preferred her anyway, regardless.
Marilyn walks in and says, “Hey, there!” to Lem. And he’s… repulsed.
Lacey walks in and says, nothing. She, instead, tries to talk to Lem about antique furniture, and then decides she wants him to be her husband. No, not like JFK, at Choate. Marilyn is the female JFK. Lacey does this, talking thing… that Jack supposedly did… but it’s entirely different. Because she falls apart. …She’s a woman.
No, not “like Marilyn”. It’s not mental-illness to be a real woman.
And actually, Marilyn fell apart like a woman for Arthur Miller, and he just fucked-up. Over and over… and over again.
Poor Arthur Miller. Poor Marilyn Monroe.
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The song ends.
