She was tired of being Ms. Monroe. The cameras always flashing. The mob of fans everywhere she went. The constant tabloid articles. The men who always broke her heart.
She tucked her trademark blond curls under a colorful scarf, slipped on a pair of dark sunglasses and walked to the beach, enjoying the feel of the blistering hot sun against her bare legs. There was a woman sitting nearby, completely oblivious to her presence, engrossed in a tattered magazine that had Marilyn on its cover. Marilyn Monroe’s Secret Tragedy, the headline screamed.
Marilyn spread out a blanket and relaxed for a bit, enjoying the silence. Until it was too quiet. The emptiness at her core threatened to swallow her whole.
She sat up and pulled off the scarf, shaking out her golden locks.
“Ms. Monroe! Oh my goodness!” The woman rushed over, spraying sand in her wake. “Will you sign this for me?”
“Of course I will, doll,” Marilyn responded in her affected breathy tone. “I always have time for a fan!”
A scene featuring Marilyn from the film Some Like It Hot. If you haven’t seen it I highly recommend it!