Gypsy 83

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Oh, my God.

Did you see that?

Your ass should be in school.

lts Saturday, dear Gypsy.

Come out and play.

When are you gonna

learn to drive...

like a normal 18-year-old?

Soon as you let me

practice in the Trans.

ln your dreams.

Hello.

Hello, sunshine.

lts been, like,

ten whole hours.

l know.

Oh, sh*t!

My sister.

Stay down.

Sorry.

Gypsy Vale, that three-for-one

Thursdays idea of yours...

is going apeshit.

Top sales in north-central Ohio.

Cool.

Dinner for two,

compliments of Polly Pearl.

Chilis. l love Chilis.

Try the low-cal potato poppers.

Keep it up, G-force.

You little sh*t.

l need to keep this job.

Hello.

Hi. lts Taylor, Connie.

Yeah.

Didnt you go

to Sandusky High?

Yeah. lts gonna be

$9.48, please.

Gypsy something, right?

Vale. Gypsy Vale.

l see youre still

into Stevie Nicks.

Jammin.

Hello, Connie.

Werent you going to be

some big rock star or something?

Yeah. You sang at talent night.

What was that?

Third grade? Oh, my God.

How hilarious.

So, like...what happened?

That sure is

some good eating, little lady.

Thank you

for shopping at Foto-Hut.

Who is she now?

Some loser housewife?

Youre the one

whos gonna be famous.

Hi, Carl.

Hey, dad.

Hey, mom. Hey, Charlie.

Give me the camera.

OK...Clive.

l come out with my back

to the audience.

Total mystery and drama.

With the fog machine?

Smoke, Stevie wind,

the whole damn nine.

And l take off my cape.

And three white-winged doves

fly out.

And then, at the height

of the guitar solo...

l come center stage.

And l f***in twirl.

Stop. Youre giving me wood.

Go, baby! Go!

l want the world

to hear my voice, you know.

l want them to write my lyrics

on their AOL profiles...

just like they do Stevie.

And when my CD comes out...

l want all these a**holes to

line up at the f***ing mall...

and kiss my ass

one sound-scan at a time.

Excuse me.

May l ask you a question?

Do you think its appropriate

to dance in a graveyard?

Dont you think that we should

dance while we can?

l think you should have

more respect for the dead...

and especially for yourself.

Excuse me?

l didnt want to mention this...

but you could be

a very pretty girl...

but that would be inappropriate

for any young lady...

especially for someone

your size.

Look, Granny,

l am a pretty girl, OK?

Big is beautiful.

Havent you heard?

And for the record,

l dont give...

a flying f***

or a rolling rimjob...

what you or anyone else

thinks of me.

Youre dismissed.

Hey, G.

Hey, daddy. lts gonna have to

be the Colonel tonight.

OK.

Nails.

Cheers.

How was work?

F***ing fabulous. And you?

lt was pretty good.

l signed up a new kid

for lessons today.

Thats awesome.

Whats this?

Something to write

your lyrics in.

l love it. Thank you.

Why dont we do one

of your old Luna Angel tunes?

Crystal Sea?

OK.

l fell into a crystal sea

lnside a ship of fools

like...me

Was it just a dream?

Was l floating round

in circles?

Oh, your face, your face

ls all l see

lll be waiting here, my love

Forever and a year, my love

Waiting here for you, my love

Forget your trench coat,

girlie boy?

Piss off!

Hey.

Hey, Lois.

Nice outfit.

Thank you. l like it.

My brother,

hes in the basement.

Gypsy?

This whole...gay thing.

He thinks we cant deal,

but cripe...

l had a gay friend

in college.

We used to be so close.

ls he using...safe sex?

Hes a virgin.

Good. l just worry.

Look after him for me, OK?

l do.

Thanks.

Check it out.

Come here.

Clive.

Cool, G.

Did you finish my new shawl?

Not yet.

Could you please just ditch

the f***ing term paper...

and fix my face?

How could l improve

on perfection?

All right, Mr. Straight-A...

lm not getting nearly enough

hard-core fagma this afternoon.

lm sorry.

lm just kind of down today.

lll help you get it up.

lm kidding.

Whats your paper on?

Stevie Nicks,

unlikely godmother of goth.

Sterling.

Did you check

on the Nicks-Pix?

They just posted

some delicious new photos.

Oh, my God.

What?

The goth nightclub Mother

announces...

their fifth annual

Night of a Thousand Stevies...

to be held on Tuesday,

May fifteenth, in New York City.

A strict Stevie dress code

will be enforced.

Suggested attire is...

Like a White-Winged Dove

Stevie realness...

all periods,

including Rhiannon capes...

metallic shawls, babys breath,

platform boots...

leather and lace, tophats,

beribboned tambourines...

and the best hair

in rock-and-roll.

Performers are to be selected

at an audition screening...

before the show

and compete for awards...

selected by a judging committee

of Stevie experts.

Oh, my God. Let me see.

What?

Nothing.

lts just...lts cool.

Oh, my God.

This is in four days.

We have to go to this.

You have to perform.

Earth to Gypsy.

Do you regret not taking

Luna Angel to New York or L.A.?

You know, building

on the Cleveland triumph...

really going for it?

Where did that come from?

ld like a real answer, dad.

No bullshit.

Not anymore.

You think l have

what it takes...

to make it big or whatever?

As a totally objective party...

l think you are a superstar.

What if l told you

that l know where Velvet is?

Look.

These were taken

several years back...

at a club in New York City,

and lm thinking about going...

performing.

And maybe shes still there.

We agreed

that your mother is dead.

l know, but maybe

she had a reason.

Maybe she could explain.

You know the reason, baby.

l know.

You dont ever wish

you went with her?

Everything l need

to make me happy...

is right here in this room.

This is the life.

Last night, l dreamt

we were in New York City.

We decided to stay.

We never came back.

Thats a good idea.

Then you could completely

drop out of school...

and trash your 4.0.

Thats smart.

Yeah.

F*** it.

l dont...

l cant go.

lts just shitty timing,

you know.

Maybe next year we could go.

We could plan more.

No, we could be dead

next year.

lm sorry, sweet child.

Youve been talking about

getting out of Sandusky...

since l met you.

Yeah. Well,

Sanduskys not that bad.

My dads here.

OK. Look me in the eye...

and tell me that youre

happy in Ohio.

lm happy in Ohio.

Did you just have an aneurysm?

Sometimes life is a tradeoff.

Youre eighteen,

and you dont get it.

Get off the gown.

Youre twenty-five,

and youre gonna be here...

until they bury your ass.

Admit it.

What about our dreams?

My mom is alive.

She bailed on us.

Bye-bye.

When?

1983...

April thirteenth.

She moved to New York to be

a big-time rock star.

Ended up tending bar...

at Mother.

And you dont want to see her?

No. l dont really

give a sh*t about her.

Shes your mom.

Dont you f***ing

lecture me, kiddo.

Shes been dead to me

since before you were born.

lm sorry.

l bet you are.

Did you say good-bye?

You?

No. Were runaways!

Farewell, Sandusky!

l dont think

l ever want to have sex.

- lm serious.

- OK.

l just want someone to kiss...

with big, soft, delicious lips.

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