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~New Character Introduced~
Professor Ivy
Original Date of Post: 10/18/2009
Narrator: Nowadays with hot teachers, there’s an alarming percentage of them that sleep with a student. Sometimes for the thrill, sometimes for some sort of sex appeal, or maybe they’re just crazy.
Professor Ivy: So class! If you look at some of the earlier work of O’Keefe, what do you think she was trying to say like in this one?
Brock: Hmm…Oh!
Marisa: (Thinking) Of course he’d know.
Professor Ivy: Anyone? (Brock raises his hand) Yes Brock.
Brock: Well in one sense, it is in the shape of a woman’s private area. I mean it’s pretty clear to see it in her painting “Black Iris” and her other flower paintings.
Professor Ivy: Well I would use a different wording but you’re right in a sense. Now class, is there anything else you would like to add to what Brock already said? (After class outside the room)
Marisa: I knew you’d find Georgia O’Keefe interesting, you pervert!
Brock: Hey we all knew what she was painting and I learned that back in middle school. It doesn’t make me a pervert!
Marisa: Whatever you say! (Sighs) To think you’ve been able to keep Suzy for so long is just very puzzling.
Brock: She loves me.
Marisa: That’s not what I heard from May and Drew. A couple of weeks ago, I got word that Suzy caught you cheating around with some little cheap trick! Is it true?
Brock: Why should I tell you? You’ll probably blog it online to all of your creepy internet friends.
Marisa: Far from it! Maybe I should talk to Suzy myself. I would like to talk to another person who had her heart broken because the boyfriend wanted to play around.
Brock: Hey, Holly was a pretty girl. She doesn’t hold a candle to Suzy, but she’s pretty. But since you brought up the subject of Tracey and Daisy, it makes perfect sense to me. If given the chance, I would throw Suzy under the bus for Daisy.
Marisa: All I needed to hear! (Pulls out a tape recorder) Would you like for me to hand deliver your confession to Suzy or should I just tell her face to face.
Brock: Evil bitch!
Marisa: Yeah, I know I am. (The door opens)
Professor Ivy: Brock, I’m glad I caught you. Mind if I speak to you for a few minutes?
Brock: Sure thing.
Professor Ivy: Come inside. I’d like to discuss your grades in this classroom.
Brock: Okay. (Closes the door) Was there something you wanted to discuss with me?
Professor Ivy: Yes Mr. Harrison, your last paper…
Brock: Look, I’m sorry if it seems a little rushed Professor Ivy, but it’s just that I had a lot to do within the last three weeks that I didn’t put my whole focus on the paper.
Professor Ivy: Brock, you have some very good ideas and you start out so strong in the paper, but you don’t lead it anywhere. I want you to meet me in my office at noon today so we can discuss your paper…in private. (A little later in the student union)
Marisa: She’s a ball-buster!
Misty: Your Art History teacher?
Tracey: I’ve never had her, but I did hear certain things about her being a tough grader.
Marisa: Be glad you don’t have her. I have her now and I’m hanging on by a thread.
Brock: Well I’ll be seeing her in a little bit. She’s going to help me with improving on my paper.
Marisa: Good luck with that. I’ve got my own problems to deal with. Like this for example! I’m wondering if I should be a nude model for a drawing class.
Tracey: I’ll answer for you, NO. If I can’t see you naked, why the hell can a bunch of strangers see you naked?
Marisa: Just kidding.
Brock: Well thank you for changing the subject to something gross like looking at your naked body. Oh man, it’s almost noon. I better get over there.
Marisa: Good luck with the witch! (A little later in an office)
Brock: Hello, Professor Ivy. Are you in here?
Professor Ivy: Oh yes, come on in. My apologies for the clutter! It’s just that with all of that paper work, I barely have any time to do any kind of cleaning.
Brock: It’s not a problem. So… (She shuts the door and locks it) Huh?
Professor Ivy: No more questions.
Brock: Pro-Professor…?
Professor Ivy: I’ve been watching you in class… (Shuts the blinds) …And I am ever-so intrigued. Your outlook on art work astounds me… (Seductively) And so does your handsome face!
Brock: Professor Ivy…as much as you flatter me…
Professor Ivy: Call me…Felina! (She jumps on him)
Narrator: Mother of pearl! Now that’s just…well actually of all the sex scenes I’ve seen from both stories, this one seems…okay. Still creepy, but not as creepy as anything involving Professor Elm! Okay, here’s another twist to today’s episode.
Professor: Okay class, we’re going to explore the aspects of drawing the human body. By this I mean, we’re going to have a live model. And no, we’re not going to have Claudia Schiffer! (Crickets chirp) Now with the model, I don’t think I need to remind you to be respectful. Any inflammatory remarks will give you an automatic “F” with this project. (The door opens)
Marisa: I hope I’m not late. (Tracey gasps)
Professor: Nope, right on time. Class this is Marisa and she’s going to be our model for the next couple of class sessions. (Tracey raises his hand) Yes Tracey?
Tracey: Nude or fully clothed?
Professor: Nude of course.
Tracey: Figures.
Professor: Okay class, we’ll start off with a couple one minute sketches and then we’ll do a couple of five minute ones, and then one 20 minute sketch.
Narrator: Yeah, Tracey was completely on edge all through class. He didn’t even focus on his naked girlfriend in the middle of the classroom. All he could focus on was pouncing on any person who makes one wrong move. Like this…
Tracey: (Thinking) He’s drawing her breasts way too big. I’ll take care of him after class.
Narrator: And this…
Tracey: (Thinking) He’s been staring at her privates a pretty long time. Too long if you ask me!
Narrator: And then during one of the breaks, some of the boys were getting a little too chummy with her and that sent Tracey well over the edge.
Marisa: Nah, I just needed the extra money. My job doesn’t really give me too many hours so I needed something to fill in my free time. Hell, I’m not going to spend any more time in front of my computer. I see enough pictures of Lady GaGa as it is. (Chuckling)
Tracey: Mind if we speak?
Marisa: What’s on your mind?
Tracey: You know damn well what’s on my mind. And…I need to speak to you in private.
Marisa: Is it that much of a private matter? (He drags her to a corner)
Tracey: Why the hell didn’t you tell me that you were a nude model?
Marisa: I think I told you this afternoon.
Tracey: Oh, you have a funny way of doing that. Popping in with the random joke! Way to let me know!
Marisa: You’ve hid stuff from me before. Way worse than this! Like when you hid the fact that Mondo was your roommate!
Tracey: Oh Christ, let it go!
Marisa: Well huff and puff all you want boy, I’m going to continue doing this. (A little later at the vet)
Brock: I’m going to take my break now.
Suzy: Hold on a second. I’ll take it with you.
Brock: Um, sure hon. (Beeping) Huh? A text message!
Suzy: One of your friends?
Brock: Probably Ash again! (Beeps) Huh? Ah!
Suzy: What’s the matter?
Brock: Oh…um…It’s just a family matter! My Dad…flushed his keys down the toilet.
Suzy: Again?
Brock: Yeah and you know my family. They’ll only call in professionals if it’s an absolute last resort.
Suzy: Okay, take care. Just make sure you come back with everything still attached. (Outside the vet)
Brock: (Sighs) I thought I had problems when Holly was screwing me over…But this is just crazy! “Brocky, here are the directions to my house.” Why am I not surprised by this? (Beeping) A photo attachment? Whoa! Pixelated or not, she still looks hot! I’ve got to get out of here! (A little later at his parent’s house)
Flint: Another one?
Brock: Yup!
Flint: Wow, you’re doing a lot better than me. Since you started college you were with Jasmine, then Suzy, then Holly, and now…What’s this girl’s name?
Brock: I can’t tell you.
Flint: Oh, mystery chicks. All they’ll do is lead you down a path of trouble. I know from experience. Before I met your mother, I dated this other chick. Very pretty but never knew her name.
Brock: What’d she do?
Flint: She did drugs, alcohol, and porn movies! Now those are the kind of things you do after you get married. Oh man, she got me to try one of them roofies one night. The next morning, I woke up in a petting zoo next to a goat! My advice is to watch your back! You don’t want to end up in the hospital having your stomach pumped again, do you? (A little later at Suzy’s apartment)
Suzy: Brock, I’m back! Are you home? Huh? There’s a note! “I’ve gone to a study session. I’ll be back later.” (A little later at Professor Ivy’s apartment)
Professor Ivy: Ooh Brock, that was great. (He groans)
Brock: If you say so. (He gets up)
Professor Ivy: Leaving so soon? Don’t you want to stay for some extra credit?
Brock: No thank you.
Professor: Hmm…Oh why so serious? You and I can keep this our little secret. You’ll be graduating in a few months and then we can continue with no interruptions. (Brock groans) Come on. You won’t regret it! (Early the next morning in Suzy’s apartment)
Brock: (Thinking) Quiet old boy. Just sneak back into bed and she won’t question.
Suzy: Huh? Brock did you just get in?
Brock: Huh…what? No! I was just getting dressed. I’m going to meet my parents for some breakfast.
Suzy: Okay. What time did you get in last night?
Brock: I think about 11:30pm.
Suzy: That couldn’t be because I didn’t go to bed until 12:30…
Brock: Huh? Well then I don’t know. I was too tired to even see the clock right. Maybe it was 12:30!
Suzy: Okay, I’m going to sleep in a little more. (A little later outside Marisa’s house)
Brock: Marisa! (Bangs on the door) Marisa! (The door opens)
Marisa: Alright, now what the **** do you want? (Raises a baseball bat)
Brock: Put down the bat and listen to me!
Marisa: Brock it’s my day off and I need to finish my charcoal piece for class.
Brock: I need your help and I have no one else to turn to.
Marisa: Step into my quarters and tell me what’s wrong. (They go into her room and Brock flinches) Huh? What’s wrong?
Brock: Naked bodies?
Marisa: Oh…yes. We’re studying how to draw the naked body in class.
Brock: Geez, no kidding! What the hell? Is that…a naked drawing of…Lucian?
Marisa: (Blushes) Don’t pay attention to that! Now what was so important you had to talk to me about?
Brock: Eh…nothing. It’s just that I need someone to talk to. I can’t talk to my Dad because his stories lead me to nothing but trouble and Ash is too much of an idiot for me to fully talk to. I’m having women problems.
Marisa: Now how is that any different from the past?
Brock: There’s another girl and…
Marisa: Oh? Let me guess, she has a restraining order on you?
Brock: Shut up and let me finish! (Sighs) She has it out for me. I mean she…
Marisa: Stop right there! Before you incriminate yourself further! Why the hell are you telling me this?
Brock: Because it’s an older woman!
Marisa: How old are we talking here?
Brock: About as old as…your mother!
Marisa: You’re dating a woman who is 37 years older than you?
Brock: Wait…your mother is that old? Well this one has to be younger. Look the point is that it’s just wrong and this relationship can screw her job and mine as well. No matter how I like the temptation!
Marisa: Look, I don’t care how old this woman is or how much you like this temptation! Cut it off with her! You don’t want another incident like what happened with Holly, do you?
Brock: I guess not. So why is there a naked drawing of…?
Marisa: Shut up or I’m telling Suzy! (The next morning in Professor Ivy’s class)
Professor Ivy: Good morning class. Just a reminder! If you want to revamp your papers for a better grade, feel free to do so. (Walks to Brock’s table) And Brock, good work on revamping your paper. (Hands him a paper)
Brock: Um…thank you Professor Ivy. (After class)
Marisa: Just a second Brock. I saw your paper before and you got a lower grade than me.
Brock: Thanks for bringing that up.
Marisa: Well how is it even possible for you to go from an F to an A in just 48 hours?
Brock: I don’t know. I guess I did a little more to earn that A.
Marisa: There’s something you’re not telling me.
Brock: What like you not telling Tracey about the naked…?
Marisa: Don’t change the subject!
Brock: Ah look Marisa, I need to get out of here! I’ve got class to get to! I’ll see you later. (A little later in the cafeteria)
Misty: You really think that Brock could be sleeping with his teacher?
Marisa: I have a hunch and that’s what it’s telling me. Usually my hunch is right about these sorts of things.
Misty: Whatever you say Marisa. I’ll take your word on that.
Marisa: He’s already on thin ice with Suzy. I heard the horror story from May when he stayed there. Said he had Holly over one night and the next morning, the bitch was in May’s own bathrobe. If he gets kicked out again, I am not putting him up in my house.
Misty: Marisa, if he’s sleeping with his teacher, Brock will be in deeper trouble. She can lose her job and Brock could get kicked out of school.
Marisa: And he’d be so close to graduating!
Misty: Don’t do it!
Marisa: I wasn’t going to.
Misty: Don’t do it! I’m not going to tell you again. I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re going to snitch. It’s that reputation you’ve had since before I met you and there’s a time when you tell and a time when you have to learn to keep your fat trap shut.
Marisa: Whatever! Let Brock screw up his own life! Just keep me out of it! (Tracey walks up)
Tracey: Hi Misty.
Misty: How’s it going? (He glares at Marisa)
Marisa: Stop acting like such a child Tracey. If you’ve got something to say, say it to my face.
Misty: Are you guys fighting?
Marisa: Tracey is just mad because apparently me being a “butting exhibitionist” makes him uncomfortable.
Misty: Tracey, you’re not comfortable with the fact that Marisa’s a nude model?
Tracey: You knew? Why is it that I was the last to know?
Marisa: I didn’t feel comfortable telling you.
Misty: Plus she gets paid for every time she models. You really have to thank Lucian for recommending it to you.
Tracey: LUCIAN?!
Marisa: Misty!
Misty: Oops!
Tracey: How is Lucian involved? (Flashback)
Professor: Okay everyone, take a five minute break.
Marisa: Lucian…it’s been a while!
Lucian: Marisa, how is life treating you?
Marisa: A little better nowadays!
Lucian: I rarely see you on campus these days.
Marisa: Well I only come here twice a week. And most of the time I’m either at home or at work.
Lucian: And I see you’re art work is improving. (She blushes)
Marisa: So you’re a nude model?
Lucian: Just a little part-time work. Of course they pay me for my services.
Marisa: How much are we talking about? (End of flashback)
Tracey: Unbelievable! You have nerve to give me crap about Daisy, but apparently you have no consideration when you talk to Lucian.
Marisa: I never cheated on you with Lucian. But I seem to recall a certain boy cheating on me with Daisy.
Tracey: You’re never gonna let that go! (Brock walks by)
Marisa: You’re damn right!
Brock: This looks like a good one!
Marisa: And you! Just because I’m mad at Tracey doesn’t mean I’m not going to rip you a new one. If you are sleeping with your teacher you better put a stop to it!
Tracey: You’re screwing a teacher?
Brock: No! I’m not screwing anybody.
Marisa: Oh that’s a bunch of bull! You… (Brock glares at her)
Brock: Marisa… (He walks over to her and whispers) I’d be wise to keep quiet. I’m not one for striking a girl, but for you I’m willing to make a huge exception. (He walks away)
Marisa: (Thinking) He’s hiding something and I’m going to find out on my…
Tracey: Marisa!
Marisa: Go to hell Tracey! (She walks away)
Misty: Smooth move Tracey!
Tracey: Oh shut up!
Misty: DON’T JUMP BAD WITH ME! (He flinches) I know Marisa and I know that she would never do that. Lucian is just a friend and she made that clear a couple of years ago after going out with him. Why can’t you see that Tracey? I know you’re still peeved about her not telling you about this. But I can’t blame her for not telling you! It’s not something anyone wants to talk about. That’s why she didn’t even tell Marcus. (He puts his hand over his face) Tracey…you’re not crying, are you?
Tracey: NO. (Sighs) …I know she would never cheat on me with Lucian and I’m an idiot for thinking that. I guess…I overreacted. I shouldn’t be mad at what she’s doing.
Misty: At least she’s taking her clothes off for art sake instead of in some club.
Tracey: True. (Blushes) I guess I was hoping my first time seeing her naked would be…well not in an art class.
Misty: Well go and tell Marisa the same thing you told me…Just keep out the naked part you just talked about. (A little later in Professor Ivy’s office)
Professor Ivy: Brock, you’re 20 minutes late for your appointment.
Brock: Oh…um…
Professor Ivy: Come on Brocky! (She puts her arms around him) Why so down?
Brock: Professor Ivy…I think…
Professor Ivy: I know what you’re thinking…
Brock: I don’t think we should see each other anymore.
Professor Ivy: Oh Brock! Come on!
Brock: No! It’s sick and wrong what you’re doing here. Just so that you can get a sick thrill, meanwhile I have to suffer.
Professor Ivy: That’s the first time anyone said they’re suffering under my double d’s.
Brock: Well I am! Look, I don’t need this kind of drama in my life right now. I’m already on thin ice with my girlfriend. Plus, a teacher dating a student is kind of frowned upon here. I’m sorry! I have to break it off with you! (He leaves the office)
Marisa: CAUGHT YOU! (Brock screams) What the hell are you doing in her office?
Brock: Not that it’s any of your business but I was just asking her a question on my next research paper which is something you should think about doing.
Marisa: Brock!
Brock: Yes?
Marisa: Are you sleeping with our teacher?
Brock: No! (She grabs him)
Marisa: I’m going to ask you again and I want you to look me in the eye when you give me your answer. Are…you…sleeping…with…Professor…Ivy?
Brock: No. Now back off me.
Marisa: Brock…if you’re lying to me and you’re really having sex with this woman, I will not go easy on you. Remember that! I will go to the press, the school, and anybody else about this matter. And then you will not get to graduate, you’ll lose Suzy and your whole reputation will be completely shot. Live with that! (She walks away)
Brock: I’m dead. (A little later in Tracey’s art class)
Professor: Okay, take a five minute break everybody. (Marisa puts on her robe)
Boy 1: So do you have a boyfriend?
Marisa: Yes I do.
Boy 2: Bet he doesn’t have muscles like that.
Marisa: No. (Nervous laugh) I can honestly say he does not. But he’s a great guy.
Tracey: Huh? (Thinking) So I guess she’s not mad at me anymore.
Marisa: But the things he does sometimes drives me up a wall. (Tracey sighs) You know he protested me being a model. I know I don’t have the banging body like his last girlfriend, but hey you know what they say. More cushion for the pushing! (Laughing)
Boy 1: Nah! You look fine girl!
Tracey: Hey Marisa, mind if I speak to you?
Marisa: Sure.
Boy 2: Hey Marisa, if the boyfriend you got is getting on your nerves, holla at a real brother. (The boys walk away)
Marisa: So you wanted to speak to me?
Tracey: Maybe I…
Marisa: Overreacted?
Tracey: Just a tad! And maybe I was…
Marisa: Narrow-minded?
Tracey: Would you let me speak? Um…Well…Um…
Marisa: You were saying?
Tracey: Fine! I blew this whole thing way out of proportion. I guess I was afraid that people were going to be narrow-minded about having someone of your…well…um…
Marisa: You can say it Tracey. My body is no where near perfection as Daisy.
Tracey: I wouldn’t say Daisy! But you do take the whole status quo setup and threw it right out the window.
Marisa: I have the tendency of doing that, don’t I? (Laughing)
Tracey: Besides, I’ve had to draw a naked body in the past. But you know not all bodies look the same so it’s good experience to practice on all sizes.
Marisa: Is that a fat joke, you jerk? (Tracey sighs) Kidding!
Tracey: And I guess I shouldn’t have snapped when I heard Lucian’s name.
Marisa: No you shouldn’t. We’re friends and nothing more. He has a girlfriend now and I have…a boyfriend I love dearly. (He smiles)
Tracey: I’m glad you still love me. But why did you do this in the first place?
Marisa: Well I tell people I did it for the money, and that’s part of the truth. You see…I wasn’t really getting that much action at the grocery store so I got some extra work on campus. Plus I’m getting paid mad money over here. And at least this is for educational purposes so I don’t really feel that guilty. It’s just that…I see all of my friends moving on and it really got to me, you know?
Tracey: Oh…
Marisa: You’ve moved out of your house, Ash and Misty are getting married, and Marcus is getting all these choice roles on stage. What’s Marisa doing? She’s pissing her life away at a grocery store and still living with her mommy.
Tracey: When the time is right, you’ll hit it big. Hell, do you think I’m going to spend the rest of my life working at a hotel I can’t afford to sleep at? And trust me Marisa, you’re not the only 21 year old who lives at home with their mother…Marcus does too! You are an amazing person and I know you’ll make it far…because I’ll always be right by your side. (He hugs her)
Marisa: I must be one lucky gal…to have a guy like you. (That night at Suzy’s apartment)
Suzy: What’s wrong Brock? You barely touched your dinner.
Brock: Let’s just say I’m not in the mood for eating.
Suzy: That’s okay. I can always put this away and you can heat it up later. Did something happen at school today?
Brock: I guess you can say that.
Suzy: Oh yeah, you never told me how you did on your Art History paper.
Brock: I’d rather not talk about it.
Suzy: Brock, you need that class in order to graduate. You just need to put a little more focus into the class.
Brock: That’s what got me in trouble in the first place.
Suzy: What was that? (Beeping) Isn’t that your phone?
Brock: Oh…yes…Let me get that! (Picks up his phone) Hello.
Ivy: Brock, was it something I did?
Brock: Stop calling me! (Hangs up)
Suzy: Who was that?
Brock: Oh just my brother prank calling me again. (The next day at the grocery store)
Marisa: Thank you, have a nice day. Hello and welcome to…Professor Ivy?
Ivy: Oh hello Marisa.
Marisa: I didn’t know you shopped here. (Thinking) Great, she had to come here.
Ivy: I had to get a few things for my evening. (Scanning items) So Miss Marisa…I see that you haven’t finished redoing that paper of yours.
Marisa: I’m working on it Professor Ivy.
Ivy: Alright then.
Marisa: That’ll be $32.59. (She swipes her card) I should have it by your office within the next couple of days.
Ivy: That’ll be fine Miss Marisa. Thank you. (She rushes in the store)
Marisa: I swear that woman is always in such a rush. Huh? Oh shoot! (Runs out of the store) Professor Ivy! (Shouting) You left your cell phone! (Car drives away) Well she’ll eventually realize it’s gone. (Beeping) What the? A message…That’s from Brock’s phone! It won’t kill me if I take a peak… “Stop calling me. I’m through with you.” I knew it! I knew it! I knew she was doing something with Brock that didn’t have to do with school work! Time to do the right thing! (The next morning at the University)
Bertha: We’re investigating this matter thoroughly. But thanks to an undercover agent, we were able to get this teacher out of our schools. (Indistinct speaking from press)
Marisa: What the hell is going on here?
Tracey: I don’t know. It looks like some sort of press conference. (They walk by a news reporter)
Reporter: Live from the Pallet University campus where we just heard the press conference of Dean Bertha. A teacher who has been caught sending dirty emails and text messages to a male student! Not only that, but has made sexual advances towards the male student…
Tracey: Marisa, you didn’t!
Marisa: I didn’t do anything. I was gonna meet with Dean Bertha right now about it. But I never told her what it was about! (At the podium)
Bertha: We all owe it to the help from one faithful student.
Tracey: Are you sure you didn’t tell her?
Marisa: Absolutely!
Bertha: Today, the university would like to thank Brock Harrison. (Clapping)
Marisa: What?
Bertha: It’s thanks to this young man that we were able to get rid of the pedophile of this school. Thank you Brock! (Clapping)
Marisa: No way! No way! No ****ing way is this ever possible in the history of the world!
Tracey: I don’t believe it! (Brock walks by) Brock!
Brock: What are you guys doing here?
Marisa: What the…? How did you…? What’s going on here?
Brock: I didn’t want to tell you but I was working undercover for Dean Bertha.
Marisa: What happened…really?
Brock: Just what I said. Dean Bertha came up to me and asked me to go undercover to blow Professor Ivy’s identity.
Marisa: Ow…my pride…it hurts!
Brock: So you see. I was exposing her for what she really was. A disgusting pervert who likes young boys! She’s just like Cher and Demi Moore! So I had to put on an innocent act for everyone.
Marisa: Wow, I guess I owe you an apology Brock. I guess you really didn’t sleep with this woman.
Brock: No…I never did that. (Thinking) Like hell I’m telling you I slept with her. I got a little extra credit without Suzy being involved! (A little later at Marisa’s house)
Tracey: So you were wrong about Brock?
Marisa: So what! You were wrong about the whole nude modeling issue.
Tracey: Fine, we’re both evenly beaten. Want me to treat you to pizza?
Marisa: Sure. Let me just grab something off my dresser.
Michelle: Marisa, you got a message on the machine.
Marisa: Huh? Why didn’t you answer the phone?
Michelle: I was in the shower. (Beep)
Man: Hello Marisa, this here is Rosco Williams and well…I was looking over this tape a friend of mine sent to my office. Funny stuff! He insisted that you were pretty funny and sure enough you made me fall out of my seat several times.
Michelle: What in the world is that man talking about?
Marisa: I don’t know.
Tracey: You don’t think it could be from Vegas, do you? (Marisa gasps)
Man: So we did a little research and took us forever to find you…but that’s the past. I want you to call me back at this number so we can talk some business. Maybe even give you a few spots to do stand-up in.
Marisa: It is from Vegas. Oh my God!
Michelle: You did who in Vegas?
Marisa: I better call this man to make sure I’m not being Punk’d. But if it’s true, then…Oh my God! I can’t believe this is happening! This is what happens when I drink too much one night.
Tracey: Well you’re still a very funny girl. With or without alcohol!
Marisa: Oh well that’s because I have the ugly-duckling syndrome. Not pretty to look at, but love the personality. But wow! I wasn’t expecting this! Oh man! (She hugs Tracey)
Tracey: So are you going to go for it?
Marisa: You know, I’ve been experimenting a lot lately…Why not? Let’s give this a try!
Narrator: Marisa a stand-up comedian? Well…I guess you can see that coming a mile away. But congrats to her…But is fame in the forecast for her or any of the other characters? Stay tuned to find out.
~*Preview*~
May: Fame kills. I’ve seen some of the greatest talents in the spotlight and it all ended the same way. In the next chapter, I’m being scouted for every magazine company to be in their issue. I guess it’s true what they say, the media truly is a vulture who only want you for your looks. Time to step up the game! Next time on Romance 102, Chapter 46…See you next time!
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