The Death Of A Celebrity

The Death Of A Celebrity
Copyright all rights reserved to Monica Pereira 2013
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Manuel sits in a chair as he tries his best to look calm.  He is on a high and he feels good because he finally feels like a modern person.  He has grown the inside of himself and he feels hot and cool -  no longer is he native man, now he is a God.

“I am a God!”  he declares as he looks in the reflection of a window with eyes open and bright.  “I have changed myself!”  he adds.

However his wife Dianne looks at Manuel from a short distance and she doesn't like him with his ego on the rise under his normal face -  he looks mental, deluded, likeable. 

“I have to stop this derangement!”  she thinks to herself as she crosses her arms as the telephone rings.


Manuel looks at the phone that sits a short distance away.  He doesn't want to disturb himself for he may lose his high any moment.  He glares at Dianne who thinks him special as her lips look turn into shrivelled grapes.  Manuel smiles and he knows he has hit the jackpot -  his wife is jealous and he can't wait to show her what he can do with his voice.

“Kindly pass me the telephone Dianne;”  tells Manuel as he blinks her way.

Dianne does not move -  she sees Manuel and thinks he seems odd.  Dianne wants to crawl away, however she lingers as interest clutches onto her mind like a fishing hook.  She realises so far Manuel’s voice only seems to have changed and she lets him beat down on her as though he is a king; however she waits for the moment when her interest turns into fury, and she waits with chipped nails and garlic on her fingers.

“Dianne kindly pass me the telephone?”  asks Manuel.

However Dianne does not move; she stares at Manuel as though she is on the verge of a discovery and she does not offer him anything as she absorbs his new personae.

After some wait Manuel leans over, picks up the telephone, and pulls it close to him.  He answers the phone with a grumble inside of his belly.

“Hello?”  he greets.

“Hello this is radio 3FM, could I please speak to Mark Pillow?”  asks the person on the other end.

“This is Mark Pillow;”  tells Manuel as he lowers his tone in a voice that makes Diana itch.  

Dianne narrows her eyes as Manuel discusses a range of lies that dribble off his tongue as though he is an expert of con.  Dianne feels her nails rake her skin as Manuel tells a tall tale about being in a movie -  inside of her chest her heart pulls and she knows that she wants to rip the cord out of the socket.  Manuel looks at Dianne with a smile as he talks to the radio host -  he sees that she looks like a boiling billy-can, however he calmly sails through the interview before Dianne leans over to tell him to get off the phone.  Manuel clears his throat and tells the radio presenter that he needs to go, and calmly he hangs up the telephone.

“What were you doing?”  asks Dianne as she glares at Manuel.

“A radio interview;”  tells Manuel as he grins.

“What's wrong with your voice?”  asks Dianne as she glares into Manuel's eyes to try and see if he is crazy.  

“What's wrong with my voice?”  retorts Manuel.  “Didn't you know I was Mark Pillow?”  he then adds as he glares at Dianne's red-blushed face.

“Who is Mark Pillow?”  asks Dianne before she sees Manuel's eyes shimmer with something she regards as demonic.

“An actor;”  tells Manuel as he glares at Dianne.  “Who has been in a movie;”  he adds.

Dianne sighs and then blinks -  she would hate it to be true that Manuel has been in a movie while she has been left in the kitchen to play role as housewife.  She was dropped as Brandon Lee and she feels sore in heart; she is unable to be her best again and she knows it.

“You have done this because I wasn't able to be paid for the work I did in a film isn't it?”  she asks.

“You were in a film?”  asks Manuel as he narrows his eyes.  “Who did you play?”

“It isn't important!”  gasps Diana as she feel the brush of taunt on her shoulders.

“Who was it?”  asks Manuel as he glares at her with high amusement.  “Maybe I can get you hired and we can do a movie together?”  he asks.

Diana sighs and bends her head.

“I was Brandon Lee;”  she states as she feels her chest become filled up with red blood.

Manuel laughs freely as Dianne feels the brunt of shame; she wants to be proud, but she plays a boy and Manuel knows it is funny because she isn't one.

“I would love to help you baby, but they would call me a queer;”  tells Manuel as he leans back to take another look at Dianne.  “You don't even look like Brandon Lee;”  he mutters as he glares.  “How will the studio get away with it?”  he then asks before he shakes his head.

Dianne feels stung by the intelligence in Manuel's stare and she feel burnt.  She wants to yell at something as her heart sinks -  being in her position stinks!  She wants to be as free as in that movie, but all she can do is cook and clean.  Dianne feels hurt and she hates Manuel all of a sudden, she doesn't want to just be his wife any-more.

Suddenly Manuel's face changes and Dianne sees him as a blonde man who seems swelled up in the most uncomfortable way.  

“Hello wife;”  he says as he glares at the figure of Dianne who he knows is his home wife and not his celebrity wife who he left in another city.

“Hello?  We were already talking!”  gasps Dianne as she is fuelled with hot-headed jealousy over the fact that Manuel looks as though he has been in a movie.  “Can't you remember?”  she asks.

“I remember you;”  tells Manuel as though he has only just begun to live.

“You're a spirit!”  gasps Dianne before she leans forward.  “Get off, I was talking to Manuel!”  she tells before she starts poking at Manuel's neckline.

Manuel begins to cry as he sits and watches Dianne poke at his neck.

“Oh no!”  he mutters as he sobs.  “How could you?  It took so long to get here;”  he pleas as Dianne continues to press on his veins.

Dianne ignores Manuel’s crying and she finds a vein that seems to make him want to cry out with a gasp.  She presses it for a few seconds as Manuel sobs and cries for her to stop, then the blonde image goes away and Dianne looks up  to see Manuel as he stares at her with large black eyes.

“There you are!”  she cheers.

“Dianne!”  cries Manuel in a more normal tone.  “What did you do?” he asks.

“Nothing;”  tells Dianne as she steps back as Manuel fingers his neck as his heartbeat murmurs.  

“You did something!”  cries out Manuel as he grows mad.  “You killed my Mark Pillow!”  he rages.  

Dianne shrugs and steps closer to the door as she looks at Manuel as he glares at the telephone.  He wants to call someone to tell them Mark Pillow has been murdered, however he doesn't know who to call.  Manuel decides that no one has died and that he will able to only be himself from then on.  Manuel looks to Diana and shakes his head.

“That was our key to fortune!”  he mutters before he begins to feel glum.  “Now we can only live here;”  he tells her.  “Like this;”  he adds.  “With wood;”

Dianne feels her heartbeat race as surprise and jealousy floods through her.  She shakes her head and then grabs her purse.

“I need to go to the store!”  she gasps before she races out of the house.

“Leave me alone!”  steams Manuel as he sighs.  “You only killed my Mark Pillow!”  he declares before he rubs his neck and looks at the time.

Manuel decides he can't stay in a house filled with murder, and so he picks up his car keys and leaves the house -  he never wants to return, but he is sure he will when he feels too broke to be able to live anywhere else.