More futuredated nightmares!
“Well, of course, Mr. DeMille, I’d love to chat~!” It all started off friendly enough. Flurrie was there to discuss her newest film with her talent agent, and those always went well! She sat opposite him, clutching a tiny handbag and smiling gently.
“Yes, well.” Mr. DeMille began, chewing on the end of a large and most likely very expensive cigar. Flurrie was having a hard time getting a clear look at him, despite that his office was very well lit. It was as if his features kept shifting. “Well, I wanted to speak with you about your latest role.”
”Yes, and?” Flurrie asked. She wondered where he was going with this. It was all but settled that she would play Octavia, the sultry and exotic Queen of the Jungle, the love interest of the handsome rogue adventurer in the latest Oregon Smith series of films.
“Well, the director has a few… concerns… about you getting the part.” Mr. DeMille explained. “And to be honest, I have to say… I think I agree with him. We’ve decided that you would be better suited for the role of Agatha Smith rather than Octavia, Queen of the Jungle.”
Flurrie was taken aback. “The… the hero’s grandmother? You are joking!”
She paused. “…Aren’t you, dahling?”
“Well, y’see…” Mr. DeMille looked a little slimier than he did a few moments ago. “The director found this pretty young thing, a new face in town, and he thinks she would make a… more attractive Octavia. N-no offense to you, Madame, but you’re not exactly a spring chicken!”
And now Flurrie was just outraged. “You’re typecasting me! You’re going to replace me with some inexperienced little twit because I’ve a few years on me!”
“N-now, now, Madame!” Mr. DeMille’s voice was totally void of sincerity. “No use getting upset like that! Think of your health!”
“My HEALTH?” Flurrie all but shrieked. “My health is none of your business, I’ll have you know! Or do you think I’m liable to drop dead of a heart attack because of my ‘old age’?”
“Well… when you put it that way…” Mr. DeMille said. “That and… well… you’ve put on a few pounds lately and-”
“OOOHHH!” Flurrie huffed, jumped out of the seat and glided as furiously as she could towards the door. Instead of walking out into the hallway, though, she suddenly found herself blinded by the bright afternoon sun. She shielded her eyes for a moment, and then she heard a bell ring. A boy on a bike nearly ran her over before she realized it.
“HEY! Outta the way, you old hag!” The boy shouted as he rode past her.
“Old hag…!!” Flurrie was simply livid now. “You mind your manners, boy!”
“Sheesh, listen to her.” Some gossiping voice said nearby.
”Tell me about it! Those old folks act like everybody has to bend over backwards for them!”
“Maybe if that cow hadn’t eaten all those bon-bons she wouldn’t take up so much of the sidewalk!”
“What an old bint!”
“Fatty!”
“Does she honestly think that eye shadow matches her necklace? How tacky!”
“Rich snob!”
Flurrie couldn’t take it any more. She covered her ears and screamed as loud as she could, just to drown out all the hyper critical voices.