Marilyn Returns: a flight of fantasy
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The protagonist Alex, is trying to figure out life, thinking beauty brings popularity and success. After she is told the secret to time travel and given a magical key, she meets the ghosts of Marilyn Monroe, John Lennon, Michelangelo, Queen Liliʻuokalani and Charles Dickens. It is through these encounters she learns everyone has the ability to "sparkle" not just the beautiful people.
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Marilyn Returns - Lisa Ann Capozzi
Table of Contents
PART ONE
Chapter 1 Hollywood, California
Walk of Fame
Chapter 2 Hollywood, California
White Roses for an Idol
Chapter 3Westwood, California
Frankly Speaking
Chapter 4 Westwood, California
"Twinkle, Twinkle Like a Star
Chapter 5 Hollywood, California
A Lingering Scent-sa-tion
Chapter 6 The Magic CastleHollywood, California
Dating Advice from a Legend
Chapter 7 The Mort InnHollywood, California
Sundae Funday
Chapter 8 Beverly Hills, CA.
Helpless and hopeless
Chapter 9 Hollywood, CA
Wax or Flesh?
Chapter10 Griffith Park Observatory Hollywood, California
Icons Everywhere
Chapter 11 Over the Skies of the Atlantic Ocean
Nuts or Not?
PART TWO
Chapter 12 Strawberry HillTwickenham, England
Beatle on the Bench
Chapter 13 Dorm RoomSt. Mary’s University, Twickenham, England
Scrittore or Scultura?
Chapter 14 Strawberry Hill, Twickenham, England
Stepping Back
Chapter 15 Caprese, ItalyThe year 1515
On the Road with Vittorio
Chapter 16 Rome, Italy
Dinner at Seven
Chapter 17 The Sistine Chapel
A Star Deserves to Twinkle
Chapter 18 Michelangelo’s home
Modesty Overrated
Chapter 19 Michelangelo’s studio
Tempermental Tryst
Chapter 20 The Road to Caprese, Italy
Sharing a Treasure
Chapter 21 Dorm RoomSt. Mary’s University, Twickenham, England
Last-minute escape
Chapter 22 A HeiauOahu, Hawaii the year - 1900
Sandy toes…sacred land
Chapter 23 Oahu, Hawaii and Hollywood, California
The Monster Mash
Chapter 24 Twickenham, England
All you need is a pint
Chapter 25 Twickenham, England 2015
Blood is thicker than…
About the author
Marilyn Returns
(a flight of fantasy)
a novella by Lisa Ann Capozzi
Copyright © 2018, Lisa Ann Capozzi
amagicalmysterytour@yahoo.com
PART ONE
Chapter 1
Hollywood, California
Walk of Fame
I am a sophomore at St. Mary’s University. in Twickenham, England. But this week I’ve completely tuned out of textbooks, syllabi, and lectures and tuned into the world of make-believe in the City of Angels. Hollywood has beckoned to me since I was a child. After all, my mum was a Marilyn Monroe fanatic. She used to serve my baby food in a bowl with artsy fartsy Andy Warhol images of Marilyn surrounding the perimeter of the dish. Now I am visiting Marilyn’s playground for the first time. My initial stop after landing at the Los Angeles International Airport was in the heart of Hollywood - the Chinese theatre.
An open-air double-decker bus delivered me to the stop smack dab in front of the throngs of tourists wielding cameras and practically stumbling over one another. It didn’t seem possible I was finally going to experience the fulfillment of a lifelong dream. I tried counting out loud in my head to prevent myself from hyperventilating. I’d purchased a pamphlet with a map of all the movie star’s hand and footprints identified. Marilyn’s cement square was right next to Jayne Mansfield’s commemorative block. They had been immortalized together with the title of the film they co-starred in, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes,
embedded between the two squares.
I placed my hands carefully over one of the weathered imprints in the cement. My hands did not fit well. They were much larger than Marilyn’s and completely obscured them. They even covered her autograph which had been written by the legend herself, above her handprints. A passerby wearing dirty Nike tennis shoes paused. He said something to me in another language, or so it seemed. I ignored him and continued trying to make my hands fit into the tiny impressions. All those hours I had spent by the River Thames daydreaming about my trip to Hollywood had been much richer and more satisfying than the reality of visiting the Walk of Fame.
I yearned for the smell of green grass in Twickenham, the indulgent whiffs of the flower-dusted wind, the sweetness of an unplanned song from a goldfinch or even the startling interruption of an uninvited grasshopper sitting on my skirt.
Hollywood was nothing like Twickenham. It may sound a bit funny but I actually longed to be back in Twickenham. The tourists continued to push each other around like wrestlers in the ring vying for a world championship title. I looked up at the man with the dirty tennis shoes. He was wearing a shabby faded pirate costume. A poor imitation of Johnny Depp, he smiled at me revealing his two missing teeth and extended his hand to shake mine. How in the world did I ever think I would like Hollywood, I wondered? My roomie Stacy had tried to discourage me from going to what she called a den of inequity. But I hadn’t listened. I was determined to visit the legendary city known for its celluloid illusions. Stacy was concerned for my safety. She said I was way too innocent and trusting for my age. She insisted I hook up with her cousin’s friend Frank. I had no clue why she thought he could protect me from the evils of Hollywood.
He’s supposed to be this real cute guy, an actor,
she had told me. "He even has an agent. He promised to meet you at Marilyn’s gravesite. You two have your mutual admiration for her in common.
You want your picture taken with me wench?
asked the pirate.
No thank you,
I replied tersely.
He tugged at my arm and I pulled away. I ws repulsed by his smell. I didn’t like anything about him and I definitely didn’t like him touching me.
I brushed him off saying, Get your bloody hands off me.
Then as I stood up, everything began to spin. My view of the other tourists was cock-eyed and made me feel as tipsy as a bloke who drank one too many pints. As I reached out to steady myself against the pirate, day turned to dark.
When the lights came back on, I was staring into the face of a bulldog who was licking my face. He was nothing like my dog Murray, a well-behaved King Charles Spaniel my mum had given to me when he was a pup. As I tried to lift my head and move around, I saw an electric fan working overtime. A rubbish can filled with banana peels and empty tuna fish tins left out in the summer heat for a week smelled like fresh gardenias compared to the air I was desperately trying not to inhale. I vaguely remembered something about the pirate telling the crowd we were acting out a scene from a film and to mind their own business. I suspected the jet lag mixed with the summer heat had gotten the best of me.
There you are me red-headed, big-handed Marilyn Monroe wanna-be,
said a voice from behind me. I sat up and turned toward the voice only to find myself face-to-face with the pirate again. His breath smelled like a combination of Cheetos and Dr. Pepper. And I didn’t even have to look down to realize he had taken off his Nikes. The stench coming from his feet turned my stomach as I raced to the loo and upchucked my lunch. I wished I were home at my mum’s flat where fresh linens, measured and folded with precision, always hung reliably over the towel rack. The scent of lavender from the English floral liquid soap dispenser had always welcomed me. White sheer embroidered curtains usually drifted back and forth in the open window of my mum’s loo back home in England. Not in this loo! Judy Garland’s proclamation of, There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home,
in The Wizard of Oz film played over and over in my head. I tried to find a place to dry my hands where I wouldn’t need to be injected afterwards with a shot of penicillin.
When I returned to the living room, the bulldog was sprawled out over half the couch and was tangling with a steak bone. It was no doubt a losing battle for the bone. I went for my purse to retrieve a tiny keychain connected to a small can of mace. When I pointed the can at the pirate with the courageous intention to spray the eye irritant into his face, he offered me up a bowl full of Cheetos.
With the sincerity of an altar boy on Sunday morning he asked, Want some of me grub?
Feeling less threatened but still holding my mace I politely said, No thank you. Cheetos aren’t on my diet this week. Why did you bring me here?
It’s me castle. I rescued ya, fair maiden,
said the pirate who was using a B
movie kind of accent. Don’t ‘ya remember? You passed out an I carried you by meself to me hideout here. I’m a pirate. Can’t ya tell?
Great. So, where is your mighty sword?
I asked him.
I didn’t really expect him to answer me. Suddenly my head was throbbing and I sat down and dug in my purse again. I needed some aspirin and I needed it now. To curtail the excruciating agony of the moment, I tried to focus on Twickenham and Horace Walpole’s Gothic Revival Villa, a real castle unlike this make-believe pirate hideaway. The castle is located next to St. Mary’s University on Strawberry Hill. There I could watch the clouds dance overhead and dream of riding them to Hollywood where I could see the land on which Marilyn traveled back in the day. My mum used to say that if only I could touch Marilyn’s handprints and stand in Marilyn’s footprints I would be able to channel the movie star. Everything about her spelled glamour. I dreamed about being exactly like her, only me. Trouble was there was nothing glamorous about me. I was really just an ordinary young woman filled with a bunch of silly notions put in my head by my overly imaginative mum. Now both my mum and Marilyn were dead and I felt very alone in the world. Still, I could dream just like the rest of the girls did in my dorm, couldn’t I?
That’s it,
I cried, I’m having a terrible nightmare. None of this is real. I’m in Twickenham, not Hollywood.
No, fair maiden, you’re in Hollywood,
said the pirate.
I inhaled until I could no longer bear it. Surely,