Gypsy 83
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.
Go, baby! Go!
l want the world
to hear my voice, you know.
l want them to write my lyrics
just like they do Stevie.
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?
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...
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.
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
Look.
These were taken
several years back...
at a club in New York City,
and lm thinking about going...
performing.
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,
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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