Showing posts with label Million Dollar Halloween Party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Million Dollar Halloween Party. Show all posts
It is about 10:00pm at night. LadyMel tosses and turns in her sleep. It has been two weeks since the tragic incident in Miami and she has not slept peacefully. The media won't leave her anymore. She has no sense of privacy anymore. Every night she has the same frightening nightmare. She imagines herself on a foggy, Saturday night being chased down three zombie-like celebrity douche bags from a graveyard to the end of the of a mountain cliff. She wakes up right before she jumped to her awaited death at the sea below.
But tonight was quite different. There were no zombies, no cliff, no sense of eeriness people get when exploring inside a graveyard in the middle of the night. She keeps hearing little eerie noises in her head, demanding her to turn on the TV. Suddenly, Lady Mel jumps off with her eyes wide open, finds the remote, and turns the TV. What you are to read is possible the most unusual thing unimaginable. Three green aliens appear in what looks like President Obama's Oval Office. The old-looking one is sitting in the president's seat while the two taller ones are beside him, gazing mercilessly at LadyMel. Their hypnotic, black eyes pierced into LadyMel's being like the eyes of a newly fresh corpse. The eldest begins to speak, all is silent and sinister in the air.
Alien # 1: (In an alien voice). Good evening, earthlings. Some of you are wondering why there are three little green men on your television screen and no we did not hijacked the White House. This room is a image projection of your leader of the free world's historical office. Our technology is a thousand year more advanced than your pitiful piece of garbage, so you would not understand if I told you. (small cough). My name is Denias, the leader of the Truth, a 100,000 year old race of beings from a galaxy 10 billion light years from Earth. We are here to present you with some needed information. (Spreads his arms out). I would like my vice presidents, Jetiah and Anteghi here to further explain the ordeal.
Alien# 2: (In an deep alien voice). Greetings, earthlings. We are aware of the sudden deaths of your beloved celebrity douchebags some time ago and we are quite satisfied with the results. Like the humans you are, you always point fingers and try to gather evidence to seek the absolute truth. You all are now wondering who killed your precious douchebags.(laughs devilishly).Well, we did. (LadyMel gasps, Jetiah smiles devishly). We killed them because they were not worthy to live. While, you humans continue to place these beings on a center price for the world to digest, the Truth grew tired of this nonsense and decided to put matters into our own hands.
Alien#3: (In a very sinister voice): Yes, yes. You see the last straw was with this Balloon Boy Hoax. Our satellites detected the image of the flying balloon from outer space that fateful day. We have been keeping a close eye of your world for the past 1,000 years and we decided that this was the perfect time to show you pitiful humans that incompetent baboons should not exist. What we did was we sent three extra identical party invitations to the three victims. The three of us picked a victim and arranged each murder to our liking. Thanks to our technology, we virtually left any prints or DNA at the crime scene. We saw the confusion of your faces and decided we could not have all the fun. (In a sarcastic tone). Call us clever or nefarious, but we are the peacemakers here. Imagine a world without douchebags. (small pause). I bet you cannot. That is where we come in to cleanse your race of its barbarians and jackasses.
Lady Mel is in full shock and denial. Although, these aliens are the masterminds of the triple murders, there are still questions left to be asked. Only time will tell. What the future holds for Lady Mel and the world at large is uncertain, but she now understands that she and the aliens have something in common, despite common appearances: Douchebags must be punished.
THE END
It has been several hours and the event has already made headlines on every main American and international cable network. The tabloids are going to eat this tragedy up like the best sushi in Japan. Lady Mel has been getting frantic phone calls from loved ones and even a couple of death threats.
In the morning, she opens her white curtains inside her Miami apartment complex to get some sun into the cold room; only to see dozens if not hundreds of paparazzi and wannabe Youtubers above her balcony window flashing bright lights. She runs out of the hotel and into her $500,000 white Lamborghini and zooms out before the shetter bugs could even take decent, profitable pictures. Thankfully, the paparazzi was stupid enough to not surround Miami's forensics lab. Five minutes later, Lady is sitting across a table from Horaino Cain and his other partner Eric Delko, who is taking notes.
Horatio: (throws a copy of guest list in front of her). I see that Mr. West, Mr. Heenes, and Mr. Gosselin were not on your guest list? Why is that?
LadyMel: Because they were douche bags and male media whores. Need I say more?
Horatio: (sarcastically). Explain in English, please? I do not have all day.
LadyMel: I invite who I think are the most recognized and innovative celebrities and entrepreneurs out there. Kanye West screwed up on the VMA's. He did not get invited. Richard Heenes wasted two hours of my life as he fooled the world into believing that his kid son was caught inside a flying balloon. He did not get invited. Mr. Gosselin is a male media whore who only wants to stay in the limelight to extend his fifteen minutes of fame. Epic fail on his part. So, he did not get invited. I do not waste time with people of the lowest denominator. Do you see the pattern here?
Horatio: (sarcastically, paces around room). Yes, I most certainly do. But you are a celebrity yourself, am I right? Are you an attention whore? I've heard about your late-night talk show and highly-publicized celebrity interviews. I bet you hired a hitman to kill them these men (whispers in her ear), so that you can increase your celebrity brand.
LadyMel: (in a calm voice). Yes, I seek publicity and the love of my admired fans quite frankly. But I have been hosting this Halloween event for five years now. I have helped raised close to a billion dollars in philanthropy work. Each guest donates his or her million dollar fee including mine own to a local charity or other non-profit organization of his or her choice. I may be an attention whore, but I put my mouth where the $$ is.
Horatio: (Looks directly into Lady Mel's face, small pause). I've interviewed some of your guests and I will not say names because I want to protect their confidentiality, but a few have mentioned to me that they did not see you a hour prior to the LadyGaga performance. Where were you at that time?
Lady Mel: (calmly): I am a hands-on kind of gal. I was all over the place last night, making sure the food was served properly. I did not pay the world-revered Wolfgang Puck $2 million dollars for nothing. I made sure everyone had enough champagne and vodka to drink. I was in the chef's quarters. I was dancing my ass off. I was doing a hostess does best; to make her guests as entertained and satisfied as possible, while having my own bit fun in the mix. (In a slight angry tone). If my guests want to point fingers at me, if you want to point fingers at me, then you have the wrong person. (Small pause). I think we are done here.
Horatio: (smirks, puts signature black shades on). Yes, I think we are. We will get back to you once we have all the evidence. And if you are the culprit in this case, I will make sure you do not get patrol. They may have been incompetent men, but a murder is a murder. You have a wonderful day now.
LadyMel: (smiles): Thank you very much. (Grabs her pulse and leaves the room. She gets into her car, rides in the back door of the hotel and up the stairs to her VIP room. She jumps on the bed and takes a deep breath. This is the biggest thing that has ever happened to her life. How will she survived the media? But more importantly, who is the killer?)
TO BE CONTINUED.......
Is this the end of LadyMel's Hollywood career? Why did this had to happen on her most anticipated night of the year? Some force of nature was brewing underneath the surface and she was willing to get to the bottom of things.We may be a NY socialite and TV personality, but she has a Yale law degree.
It has been 10 minutes since the ending of the first installment of this story and Lady Mel, along with her celebrity guests, stand by the side of the road as several police vehicles, a black SUV, and several ambulances parked in front of the rented Miami mansion. Exiting the black, unmarked SUV were no other than Horatio Caine and his partner Cailleigh Duqueque, supervisors of Miami's most badass and highly-assembled forensic team in the known galaxy. Horatio Caine walks up to LadyMel with his cool demeanor and signature dark shades.
LadyMel: Of course. (Horatio leads LadyMel to one of the ambulances with the bodies of Richard Heenes and Jon Gosselin inside).
Horatio: (Takes shades off, looks directly at LadyMel). Miss, I would like your complete guest list and full access to the cameras inside this mansion. I will tell the public that every guest will be fully interrogated in several rounds of questioning including you and your security team. We will get to the bottom of this and I will assure you that your guests will not leave this country until a thorough investigation has been executed. Since, you are the prime suspect in this case, you will be one of the first person that I will interview. Do you understand?
LadyMel: (smirks). Yes, I do. But, I will have my lawyer flown here before you can say "I'm innocent".
Horatio: (stern voice). You better make sure of that.
Now, these are just preliminary examinations. Within the next month, we will reexamine the bodies and the murder scene and talk with witnesses and close associates of the suspects until we have substantial forensic evidence to convict someone or a group of people with three accounts of first-degree murder.
Horatio: LadyMel, when are you avaliable to talk with me and my team?
Lady Mel: I will be at your office by one o'clock.
Horatio: Alright then. Judging from these three men and their common douche bag reputations (puts his signature black shades on), I guess karma is a bitch. (Walks away from the left side, the Who's Won't Be Fooled Again (CSI: Miami theme song) plays in the background).
To Be Continued................
Lady Mel has established herself as one of the most famous and legendary NY socialites around. She has lived in Paris, Tokyo, Prague, London, Rio de Janeiro, and other exquisite places, the non-wealthy can only dream of. She is also an emerging late night talk show host, a profession that was once a networked old boys club.
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LadyMel: Prue, we must finish the final plans for the party! It is going to be fabulous. I am going to get publicity like no one's business. Anyway I want to check with you to see if everything is in order. Do you have the lights and decorations?
Prue: Check.
LadyMel: Will our DJ and our awesome performing guest come? Drinks, food?
Prue: Yes, DJ Clue and Lady Gaga are coming. Lady Gaga is going to perform some of her hit songs off her freshman album and some of our favorite Halloween songs. Her manager only wants a piano and the stage decorated. The liquor will be trucked in two days before the party so we have to make sure they are kept in cold temperatures. And Wolfgang Puck will be here tomorrow morning at 11:00am to go over our party's delicious menu.
LadyMel: Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. This is why I can always count on you Prue. You are divine. Call Mr. Jones and tell him that the rented mansion has a lovely white piano and stage in the ballroom. (Smiling with glee). I am so excited. I know you haven't seen me this happy like ever.
I felt pressured to top this party from last year's and I will. This year, I have a well-connected security system. No one gets inside that mansion except my favorite 200 celebrity guests. We have cameras in every room of the facility. We will have at least ten bouncers by the door, identifying guests and kicking out the uninvited and even the invited guests who act all rowdy and disrespectful before they even hit the dance floor. Which brings me to my last proposition before I eat my dinner. Prue, could you read the names on the guest list please?
Prue: (In a clear voice). Of course. We have Mr. and Mrs. David Beckham, Lady Gaga, the Black Eye Peas, Peaches, Britney Spears, Beyonce, Jay-Z, Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt, Gerard Butler, Paul Wesley, Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Larry Page and Sergey Brin, Oprah Winfrey, Kanye West.....
LadyMel: (In a loud voice). Kanye West?! K-A-N-Y-E W-E-S-T?! Prue, what did I say about whom to invite?
Prue: *sighs* They must be either A-list stars and winners in their own right. We do not invite douchebags.
LadyMel: (Proudly) Exactly. You are becoming a fast learner dear. Please make sure that our special performing guest does not get leaked to the public until after our little event ends. Now continue with the list....
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Prue continues until everyone on the guest list had a "Lady Mel background check" before invitations went out. Four weeks later, the party of the millennium is in full bloom. After a hour of grand entrances, casual talk, and the consumption of $2000 bottles of white champagne, the guests surround the beautiful, yet retro stage as they wait for the mistress of ceremony to start the show.
In a nanosecond, the audience hears a set of drums coming from behind the curtains. The curtain opens and everyone starts screaming "Lady Mel". LadyMel comes out with a Marie Antoinette costume with a set of vampire fangs and fake blood all over her dress. Yet, she is the most sexiest person in the room. She is laying on a Egyptian style coach with two handsome Brazilian hulks on both ends feeding her grapes. She brings the microphone to her mouth.
Two hours into the party, LadyMel introduces LadyGaga on stage. The audience goes absolutely wild! It is until Lady Gaga begins to perform her third song of the night, "Paparazzi", when this night of fun and adventure comes to a halt. In the middle of the song, a very loud scream comes from the left side of the ballroom. It's coming from the pool area. Everyone rushes outside to the pool area and what you are about to read will make you vomit, I guarantee you. Two identified corpses are in close proximity of one another. In the middle of the pool, Jon Gosselin's lifeless body lies; just south of Jon's corpse on the ground near the balcony seems to be Kanye West's corpse covered in blood.
Lady Mel: (In a calm voice). Everyone, I want you all to go back into the ballroom and remain calm. Police will arrive within the next five minutes. I am terribly sorry that this has happened. (All of a sudden, the sparkler system goes off and everyone rushes out of the mansion, dritched in cold water. Paparazzi are outside flashing their lights and taking pictures of the terrified celebrity crowd. For what may come out of these murders will become the biggest scandal of all time. )
TO BE CONTINUED.....
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