General Fan Fiction posted September 26, 2009

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An interview with Marilyn (one of the last)

Marilyn - The Woman of your Dreams

by Colette

Interview with Marilyn: The Girl in your Dreams.

Roosevelt Hotel,
Hollywood Blvd.,
Hollywood, L.A.

Journalist: Ms. Annie Molloy

As I sat in the cab heading for the Roosevelt Hotel I knew this interview was going to be my ticket to the top of my profession. Many journalists have tried to get this meeting and failed; so I know how fortunate I am. "You can drop me here driver." I paid, and headed into the hotel reception area. One of the staff approached me.

"Good morning! I have an appointment with Ms. Monroe. Would you let her know I have arrived. My name is Annie Molloy."

"Certainly, Ms. Molloy." I checked to see if I had my dictaphone. I brought a pen and note book should the dictaphone fail!

"Excuse me, Ms Molloy. You can go up now. Ms. Monroe is expecting you. Suite 1200."

"Thank you."

"Hello, I'm Pamela, Ms. Monroe's Assistant. She will be with you shortly. Please make yourself comfortable."

Even though I'm a woman too, when Marilyn entered the room my faced dropped! She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had a perfect hour glass figure, full red lips, and that blond hair! Some people have it all, Marilyn had even more.

"Hello, Ms. Monroe. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me."

"You are welcome! I can only spare you a short time, okay?"

"That's fine, I will just take a minute or two to set up my dictaphone. Can we sit over there on the couch?"

"No problem honey, you just go right ahead and I will turn on a little low music. Would you care for a glass of wine Annie or maybe some coffee?"

"A glass of white wine would be lovely, thank you."

Marilyn asked Pamela to arrange for a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Now that we are set up, Ms. Monroe..."

"Please call me Marilyn, no need for the formalities."

"Okay, Marilyn! Can you tell me a little about your family; where you were born, etc."

"I was born June 1st, 1926, here in L.A., and my Mother named me Norma Jeane Mortenson. Later I was baptized Norma Jeane Baker. I never knew my father. My mother, as long as I can remember, suffered with her nerves. When I was older, Mother eventually had to be signed into a mental institution. I was put in foster care with family friends Grace and Doc Goddard, but I won't go into that, okay?"

"Annie, since we only have a short interview, maybe we should talk about my latest movie. Would you like that?"

"If you wish, but..."

"Let's talk about the movies, okay?"

"Fair enough, Marilyn. You are filming at the moment; is that correct?"

"We suspended filming for a couple of weeks. I needed to rest. It's called "Something's Got To Give". This is going to be my best movie yet! Pamela, would you pass me my pills, please?"

Pamela arrived with two brown bottles of tablets,

"Oh! Don't worry Annie, I'm not sick. My doctor prescribed some pills for my nerves. He said I have been working too hard.."

Marilyn took two of each type and washed them down with a glass of wine.

"Would it not be better if you took your pills with water? Sorry, I don't mean to interfere!"

"You are a little too opinionated for your own good, Annie."

"I am so sorry, Ms. Monroe. I mean, Marilyn. I am nervous, and to be perfectly honest, this is my first important interview, and I want to impress."

"Oh! Don't you worry, I am probably a bit conscious of how I appear in front of journalists. Sometimes you people add a little word and sentence here and there. If you know what I mean?"

Marilyn poured another glass of wine. I refused one. I noticed she was beginning to slur her words.

"So, Annie, what do you want to know?"

"I would like to ask a particular question, but to be honest, I
am a little afraid."

"Go right ahead."

"You have met President J.F. Kennedy. Can you tell me a little about your friendship with J.F.K.?"

Marilyn's face changed. It turned a definite shade of red, almost matching her now smudged lipstick.

"He is a wonderful man; I mean President, and I have been very privileged to attend many functions in the White House."

"Pamela, did I take my pills?"

"Yes, Ms. Monroe, you did."

"Pamela, open another bottle of wine."

"But, Ms. Munroe, you have to leave soon for your appointment."

"About Jack, Annie! I love him, but he just can't be with me. He has his image to think about, The President and the Show Girl; wouldn't that be a great headline! I'm sorry little Annie, don't mind me. He is right of course, but life is short, and I know he loves me."

Pamela came into the room and realized Marilyn had reached her drinking limit.

"I am sorry, Ms. Molloy, but we have to end the interview now. Ms. Monroe clearly needs to rest before her next appointment."

"It's fine. I am fine, Pammie, leave us alone."

"Sorry, Marilyn, I can't do that."

Pamela walked me to the door, but before letting me go, she asked me for the tape.

"I am sorry but I can't let you leave with that tape. You cannot print any of what happened here today. Is that clear?"

I was absolutely dumbfounded at that stage. I didn't understand the full extent of the story that was coming in the weeks and months to follow.

"Annie you have a lot to learn. I will see that you get a proper interview with Ms. Monroe soon; when she is feeling better."

Pamela opened the door and said she would be in touch soon.

Marilyn Monroe died August 5th of that same year.

Historical Flash Fiction contest entry


Marilyn Monroe had a tragic life and we will never really know the full story of why she died or took her own life.
She was a beautiful woman. Drugs and alcohol played a big part in the end. This interview is fiction. Many thanks to Meryl for Artwork. Word count 993.
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