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Part 6 of Celebrification

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Rodriguez, Karla. “We Spoke to a Psychologist About Child Stars and the Impact of an Unstable Family.” Complex, We Spoke to a Psychologist About Child Stars and the Impa... Accessed 8 Jan 2025.

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one more lonely night in my bedroom, sitting in my underwear with candles as my light source.

the dried glitter under my eyes resembles tears in the moonlight.

it reminds me of youth, being a kid.

face paint, pastel pink & the same cat cake my mother baked me every birthday, with licorice whiskers.

i don't care for birthday cake now, i tell her to buy whatever cheap grocery store one everyone will enjoy.

when i was little, about eight, i wanted to be my older sister so badly.

i liked the thought of freedom you get once you grow up, a boyfriend, makeup and short skirts. it's nothing like i thought.

to be a teenage girl, is simply hell.

dissecting my body until it's nothing, sobbing over every man that leaves, acting older than i am, becoming a whore at fourteen.

hot wax burning my skin, feeling super suicidal, daily prescription pills, counting calories, backstabbing and loving too hard.

i'd trade anything in the world to be young forever, to be back in my mothers arms as she sang "you are my sunshine" to me every night.

i don't know when she stopped.

"please don't take my sunshine away."

sometimes i still wish i left, but i'll stay for her.

i'll start baking her the same cat cake for her birthdays and make homemade cards with colored paper and sparkly stickers.

i'll start dotting my i's with little hearts, and apply eyeshadow with my fingertips once again.

i'll wear ribbons in my hair, and listen to the 60s music my grandma played while she taught little me how to bake a pie.

i'll embrace my sensitivity, and cry when i have to, i won't suppress my rage, i'll be wild and free.

i'll hold onto youth, and miss the old grace in silence.

written by grace isabelle

this is so fucking funny I love sharks

Part 5 of Celebrification

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Word Count: 663

Act 1: Scene 3

The oldest woman enters the room from stage left, hesitantly, and takes her seat on the chair closest to her, stage left.

THE VOICE: Now, 30, what do you say to the allegations? Would you say that your downfall from fame was all your own fault? I mean, you got involved in terrible, terrible things. Drugs amongst them. The media follows you like a moth to a flame. You’ve lost everything. Poor, poor dear.

30, wearily: I know that. I know my life and my fame isn’t what it used to be. We don’t need to keep talking about it. I know you’ve already asked the other two for their testimony. You don’t need mine.

THE VOICE: Yes, their testimony was necessary, perhaps a bit subpar in 17’s case, but yours will be just as necessary.

30: Necessary? What is my word needed for? The public has already seen what I have to give. I’ve given it all and lost it all. I don’t have anything else left to tell. I just want to be left alone.

THE VOICE: Perhaps… but what if you had the chance to tell your side, to show the people that it was them who drove you toward your demise! You have a chance to change things dear, and if nothing else, I’m sure many would be at least entertained by your story.

30, angered: Entertained! Entertained? I have lost my marriage, my sons, my right to manage my own life! How could anyone find joy in that?

THE VOICE: I never said joy, dear. Entertainment can just the same be derived from a true crime show as a comedy movie. And the entertainment found from your life can teach others the dangers of your path, and how few and far between the trait of true empathy has become. Your story is one of tragedy, of how the boring and mundane see the downfall of their favorite celebrities, and it breathes life into their little dried, desiccated lives. 

30: I guess that does make sense.

THE VOICE: And your testimony wouldn’t hurt anyone. The only one to hear you is me, and perhaps speaking about your life will bring you light to your… issues. Consider me a type of … therapist. 

30, snappishly: Issues indeed. I guess it really wouldn’t hurt. She takes a deep breath. I just feel failed by my fans. I’ve done nearly everything to be appreciated, and at some point, I couldn’t keep up. The paparazzi kept following me and following me. There were so many pictures of me doing things I shouldn’t have that I just lost it. I did drugs, and I got married, twice, and they failed, twice. I had children, and I failed them too. Then I got put into the conservatorship, and I lost my ability to choose what to do with my life, with my money.

THE VOICE: Keep going.

30: I guess I was just expecting for everyone to try and be helpful, to want to see me get better. Everybody talks about how humans are supposed to be, at their core, kind, but it seems that kindness has elapsed my situation. I got dragged through the mud, and I feel like that’s only made it worse. Honestly, it feels like everyone only really started showing up when everything started piling up. And people started to get really involved online with the hate, even more than the people who supported me. Like they… She realized something. found joy in my downfall. Interesting.

THE VOICE: It seems that you finally see my point. These fans that you did everything for, weren’t there for you, in the end. They were there-

30, continuing the statement: To live through me. I wasn’t really there to entertain them through music, their entertainment was found through the publication of my life. Through seeing how low I could go. 

She looks directly at the audience, staring for a few seconds.

The curtain falls.

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thinking about daichi, suga and asahi joining karasuno for its reputation while the team was at its lowest, never giving up or letting go. taking over and training to the point where dadchi was real. backbone, foundation, nurturance but haunted by vague hopelessness that passed down. a team they believed was out of seijoh's league but won against, realised atleast 3 consecutive captains desires of making it to nationals AND THEN consistently staying there, one of the best in the country. top 8, top 16, TOP THREE. thats the team they joined. the team they built. thinking about Ukai and Takeda taking a new batch of students with hopes and dreams just like these boys when they started - a powerhouse - strongest in the prefecture maybe even - TO WATCH THEIR ALUMNI play professional volleyball, be the best in the WORLD.

Part 2 of Celebrification

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Word Count: 465

Overture [content]

A long table sits in the middle of a dimly lit room with bare walls. The floor is grey concrete, as are the walls, and the only source of light comes from a single pendant light hanging directly above the table. The door is quite ordinary, and there are no windows. The room is devoid of any information regarding location, or anything that could signal time. It is the very picture of a blank slate, with exception to the three chairs that sit at the table, facing the audience. 

From stage left to stage right, one chair is carved delicately, designed charmingly, and has no blemishes to the naked eye. It has gorgeous designs, perhaps hand painted and carved on, with love. The next to the right has still been carved with the same level of thought, but the designs have begun to fade with use, and it appears as though one of the chair legs are shorter than the others, but only enough to prove a nuisance. The final chair to the right is in an astonishing state of disrepair. It still provides its job, to hold a person, but the designs are so faded and chipped that at first glance, it seems to be marred with scars replicating a human’s. It is important to state that all these chairs contain similarities, and that perhaps, long ago, they were all part of one set.

The light flickers just a bit brighter, and the door opens, with three ladies walking in from upstage right, taking what seems to be their predetermined seats. They are all blonde and of average height, but of different ages. When they reach their seats, they all smile to greet each other silently. The one to take her seat at the newest looking chair is the youngest, with no wrinkles on her skin, and a youthful glow. In the middle chair, sits the lady that is neither young nor old, perhaps closer to young, but her skin has lost its glow, and her smile does not quite reach her eyes. The oldest woman sits in the chair that is most in disrepair, the rightmost. She has smile lines, and yet her eyes are dull, a tell of experiencing a life many would not have the gall to withstand. 

The ladies begin chatting amongst themselves, although the conversation appears to be led mostly by the youngest, with the middle and eldest listening to her, nodding along, placated by the mystery of youth and innocence. Music, reminiscent of some mainstream pop plays faintly in the background, and the lights dim slowly, and the music fades.

Silence.

The curtain closes, and then opens, with only the youngest in the leftmost chair. She looks around and appears shocked that she is the only one left.

Celebrification: The Downfall of Britney Spears- Completed 01/18/25

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Summary: The 2000s were a crazy period in history, beginning in the craze of Y2K, when many thought the world was ending due to the turn of a millennium, and punctuated with new emerging genres of music. The 00s also saw a new trend: child-stars turned pop culture gods, especially those that moved from acting to music.

Britney Spears is one such person, with her career starting in the Mickey Mouse club house, and then continuing with her becoming a household name for her addition to the music sphere. However, after a few years in the spotlight, it began to burn her. Her career went down in flames in the mid-2000s, and it seemed like she was never again going to rest upon her pedestal with her fellow stars.

But, the question was, who was to blame? Was it herself, the social sphere she became accustomed to, and the company she kept? Or, was it the public and the media, always starving for any glimpse of her life they got, good or bad.

Warnings: This contains minor mentions of drug abuse, but would otherwise be categorized at a level of PG.

Notes: This is a one-act play, inspired by Arthur Miller's The Crucible, and contains an informative synopsis at the beginning, as well as a work's cited page.

DISCLAIMER: This is not at all meant to drag Ms. Spears down in any way, shape or form. This is merely meant as a social critique on human behavior. It is also intended as satire, but I am probably very terrible at writing satire, so take it at face value.

I have also published this on AO3, if you prefer that format, here.

Enjoy <3

Chapters: 6/6

Total Word Count: 3.2k

Part 1 Overture [essay] 892 words

Overture [content] 465 words

Act 1: Scene 1 618 words

Act 1: Scene 2 588 words

Act 1: Scene 3 663 words

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