VENOM IN MY FAME. (THE DIALOGUE SERIES)

Its been forever since I blogged and that's largely because of the high standards I set for myself when I started this blog. As the name implies this is all about being creative and for the last few months I have been lagging in that department. However, I thought of an idea that I fell in love with. Its a mixture of novel, script and stage play writing. It circles almost completely on dialogue and it refers to real people (something that would probably get me sued if I was a big-shot, but since am a small dude in a large pond, its all good.lol). Its also the first story I've written that's not based in Africa. This one is set in USA. Hope someone enjoys it. :)

*Tom walks into Talent Manager’s office*

Talent Manager: Tommy, Tommy my boy, please take a seat.

Tom: Just Tom would do.

*Tom sits down*

Talent Manager: Ah, nonsense, Tom is for the nobodies, but Tommy is reserved for those closest to your heart.

Tom: But, I’ve only known you for a week?

Talent Manager: So? Real bonds take but only a few seconds to make, we share a bond you and I.

Tom: Is that so?

* Talent Manager smiles then sobers up*

Talent Manager: Enough with the pleasantries, let’s get to business; the business of making you famous.

Tom: am not sure about the fame, I just…

Talent Manager: ah, enough with the fake modesty. Rihanna was better at it than you.

Tom: What, you discovered Rihanna?

Talent Manager: Yep, till L.A. Reid stole her from me.

Tom: Wow, L.A. Reid’s a three time Grammy-award winning recording Exec whose worked with Mariah Carey, Usher, Kanye West, Outcast...

Talent Manager: Blah, blah, he only has one Grammy more than me, and my rep sheet is way longer than that faggot, anyway, where was I?

Tom: You were about to start talking business.

Talent Manager: Oh, yeah. You see, Tommy my boy, you are a triple-threat in the Entertainment business, what I like to call an ARS.

Tom: did you just call me an ass?

Talent Manager: hahaha, no Tommy boy, an ARS-Actor, Rapper and Singer.

*Tom nods in understanding*

Talent Manager: A very rare breed indeed; off the top of my head I can’t think of anyone who pulls it off quite well, they all screw up in a certain field. But you, you’ve got the magic key, you’re going places.

*Tom smiles*

Tom: if you say so.

Talent Manager: I know so, I know so. However, I have to iron out a few issues about your art. First on the table is your rapping.

Tom: What about it, you think I could improve on the world-play? Punchlines? Rhythm? Metaphors?

Talent Manager: no, quite the opposite, I want you to dumb it down a little. We’re trying to reach a broader audience, not everyone has a Ph.D in linguistics.

Tom: But I pride myself in intricacy.

Talent Manager: Oh, please, soon you pride yourself in an empty wallet and a hungry belly.

*Tom sags his head*

Tom: okay.

Talent Manager: Ok, next thing is the content of your raps.

Tom: What you mean the content? I talk about life in a positive way-how to respect women, how to reach for your goals, how to act like a real man.

Talent Manager: Hahaha, can you hear yourself? You sound like a bloody human rights activist. No one wants to hear about that crap; I remember 2Pac saying something like that once, even Kanye; didn’t take them anywhere until they adapted to the environment.

Tom: huh, but there is just so much nonsense rap on TV.

Talent Manager: You suck at grasping the principle of sales and Demand, don’t you? People want music they can dance to in a club when getting high that won’t make them feel guilty about themselves. They want music that won’t make them feel guilty about cheating on their girlfriends and wives. They want music that will validate their misconstruing lust for love.

Tom: But that’s goes against the way I was raised, my Christian values.

Talent Manager: hahaha, now you want to get all religious on me huh? This definitely reminds me of the first time I dealt with the then Destiny’s child.

Tom: Beyonce, Kelly Rowland and Michelle; that destiny’s child?

Talent Manager: Yes. You see they all grew up singing part time in the church choir, and they were a little afraid of exploring their dangerous side; that was the time when they were doing songs like Survivor. They eventually did start exploring a bit, and songs like Bootylicious came out. However, that wasn’t enough. Beyonce, bless her soul, understood the concept of sales and demand and she went for it. The group was holding her back. Kelly found out too later on that she wouldn’t make a name for herself being Miss. Morally upright, so she started showing some skin. Am sure you’ve seen videos like ‘motivation’ with Lil wayne and ‘lay it on me’. Her fan-base has almost quadrupled.

Tom: what about Michelle?

Talent Manager: She was the idiot of the group; last I heard she joined the choir. You see those stupid principles will get you nowhere; same thing applies to your singing.

Tom: But…

Talent Manager: No, but’s. Nevertheless, if you still want to have the Christian logo on you, you can. Take Tyrese for example the man claims to be Christian, he even talks about how that pastor, T.D. Jakes I think, inspires him. Yet the man isn’t afraid to bring out his sexy side. You can have any woman you desire if you do this. Look at Trey Songs for example, when he came to me, he was nothing but a small-time pretty boy; but when I was through with him, the man became a sex symbol for the young. I know many a woman that get turned on just by the mention of his name. The lad even pulls ladies out of the crowd during his concerts and makes out with them. Imagine that; imagine the ecstasy of it all.

*Tom looks confused*

Tom: I don’t think I want to be called a sex symbol; isn’t sex meant for married folk.

* Talent Manager laughs frantically*

Talent Manager: now, that’s something, hahaha, you made me cry, sex for marriage? What you living in the dark ages? These are the rules that we play by in the entertainment business. Get with a girl, if you connect, shag her; if you don’t connect still shag her. If things start to get serious move in with her, and don’t forget to keep shagging her. If you don’t get bored quickly with her, you can get her pregnant. When she has had a kid and the kid is about five or six and you still like her, then marry her. However, chances are you’ll be divorced in a year or so. Yet, the advantage of it all is that, you be free to shag more women.  

*Tom hesitant*

Tom: Thought there was more integrity than that; they look so happy.

Talent Manager: Hahaha, integrity is relative. Some are really happy, for others, the camera and make-up just fakes it.

Tom: All marriages don’t last?

Talent Manager: Well most of them. Scarlett Johansson and Ryan Reynolds-two years, Nicholas Cage and Lisa Marie Presley-four months, Eva Longoria and Tyler Christopher-two year, Jim Carrey and Lauren Holly-ten months. This list goes on.

Tom: okay, that’s not too encouraging.

Talent Manager: Tommy boy, where is your vision. Once your career has been solidified on the big screen a divorce won’t mean squat to you. Many women who fell in love with the characters you played on television will be lining up. George Clooney, Jude law, Marlon Brando, Johnny Depp; they’re all splurged on every entertainment magazine, giving them all sorts of titles, like “Gentleman”, “Most Eligible Bachelor”, “Tinsel-towns’ quintessential charming men”. The basis of all this made on movies and not their actual personalities. You see Tommy boy; that can be you in the next year or two. You can have any woman you desire.

Tom: doesn’t sound too bad, I guess.

Talent Manager: Doesn’t sound too bad? It’s the freaking jackpot.

*Tom smiles *

Talent Manager: Anyway, moving on. Let’s talk about your acting.

Tom: That role I played in ‘Provoked’ was really something, wasn’t it?

Talent Manager: It wasn’t half bad but I need you to steer in another direction.

Tom: what direction?

Talent Manager:  R-rated movies, to give your personality a bit more depth.

Tom: Hell no, I don’t do porn.

* Talent Manager shakes his head*

Talent Manager: Not porn, R-rated movies are movies that have lots of graphical violence, foul language and even some sexual references. Every Hollywood great has done it; you’ll be telling the world that you’re unpredictable; you’re not always Mr. Nice guy, that you have some edge to you.

Tom: Am not sure about it.

Talent Manager: Then you’re not sure about your career as an actor either.

Tom: No, acting is in my blood.

Talent Manager: Then act like a damn professional.

Tom: Okay, I’ll give it a shot.

* Talent Manager smiles*

Talent Manager: Good, then while we still on the topic, I want you to make a sex tape.

Tom: What? I thought I said no to porn.

Talent Manager: A sex tape is not porn, it’s an intimate reminder of a passionate encounter shared by two consenting adults. Everyone has done it, think of Paris Hilton before she did it, she was a nobody, Kim Kardashian has done one, damn, even Sylvester Stallone has one under his belt. And am pretty sure you’ve heard about the leaked naked photos on the internet of Rihanna, and now recently Scarlet Johansson. I’ll tell you the truth, sex tapes and naked photos are never leaked. It’s always planned by guys like us, it’s meant to boost popularity; you can check the stats yourself if you don’t believe me.

Tom: am just a bit confused by it all.

Talent Manager: Don’t let it confuse you. Follow whatever I tell you. Am the best and nothing will ever change that.

Tom: I have to digest all the information, it’s a lot, you know?

Talent Manager: By all means, I’ll bring the best champagne and whiskey to your room tonight as well as some female company. It’s not good for a man to be alone.

Tom: I don’t think I’ll be interested in female company.

Talent Manager: You might change your mind once you see her. I’ll send her around 7 p.m. You’re free to let her go if you’re not in the mood.

*Tom stands up*

Tom: okay, I’ll be off now. I think that’s all I can take for today.

Talent Manager: See you soon Tommy boy.

*The two shake hands and Tom walks out of the office*

* Talent Manager pulls out a Cuban cigar and starts to smoke it*

*Minutes later a man in a blue suit walks into the office*

Man in blue suite: How did it go?

Talent Manager: He was a bit reluctant but he’ll do as requested.

Man in blue suite: Are you sure?

Talent Manager: Positive.

Man in blue suite: Great, our plan is going well, ‘The Order’ will be happy.

Talent Manager: And so will my bank account. Two hundred and fifty million dollars as usual.

Man in blue suite: You’ll get your money, but there is more to this world than money.

Talent Manager: Nah, money rules.

*Man in blue suite about to leave office*

Man in blue suite: No, the unseen rule, the unseen forces rule!

*Man in blue suite walks out*