On Getting Gawker Stalked

Wave UFO, Mariko Mori, image: Tom Powel, nytimes.com
Wave UFO, Mariko Mori for the Public Art Fund
image: Tom Powel, nytimes.com

INT – DAY, IBM BAMBOO GARDEN, 56th & MADISON
A promising DIRECTOR wanders into the atrium to examine Mariko Mori’s Wave UFO, a large, shiny pod-looking art object nestled among the towering thickets of bamboo. A YOUNG ARTIST mills about, hesitant to approach him.
YOUNG ARTIST
Um, Excuse me.
DIRECTOR
Huh?
YOUNG ARTIST
Did you have a film in the MoMA Documentary Festival?
DIRECTOR
(shocked, confused, with a hesitant inflection)
Umm….yes.
YOUNG ARTIST
I saw it. You spoke after, too. It was really nice.
DIRECTOR
Thanks. (stammer) Thank you.

The two chat briefly, then the ARTIST leaves. Suddenly, from out of a clump of bamboo, CELEBRITY, THE CRUEL MISTRESS appears, looking a lot like the Black Queen in X-Men5: The Hellfire Club. She has been observing the scene, unnoticed. She approaches the DIRECTOR and places her black-gloved hand on his tensed-up shoulder. Startled, the DIRECTOR turns around.
CELEBRITY, THE CRUEL MISTRESS
So, the tables have turned.
DIRECTOR
Huh?
CELEBRITY, THE CRUEL MISTRESS
The gawker is now the gawked.
But remember, only the first one is free.

CELEBRITY, THE CRUEL MISTRESS disappears behind the shiny pod, and the DIRECTOR looks around, appearing nonplussed, but secretly high, and already (zeta-)jonesing for another hit.