Girl's Just Want to Have FunA Story by Heather MariaThis is the story of one night with Cleopatra, Lady Gaga, and Jane Austen.Who
thought that a night out on the town would be the event of the year? Girls.
Obviously, Cyndi Lauper knew a thing or two when she recorded “Girl’s Just Want
To Have Fun”. That was the story of my Friday night when I was visited by two
extraordinary women of the past. How they ended up in my bedroom I will never
know and how I was friends with the biggest pop sensation I’ll never know. All
I know is I was visited by two women from the past and one woman from the
future. Well, from Cleopatra’s future anyways. Oh, who am I? I always forget
that part in the story. I am your narrator and tour guide of this eventful
Friday night, Miss Ella Stanton, a very youthful, energetic bookworm who never
goes out on a Friday or Saturday night. The members only night club was filled with people
and one could see the faint smell of smoke coming from the lounge. Sweaty
people filled the dance floor as strobe lights flashed around them. My crew of
fashionable women sat around me in talking in hushed whispers observing their
surroundings. “So Clea darling, you don’t mind if I call you Clea
do you?” Lady Gaga asked holding her Cosmopolitan. “No, I do not mind?”
Cleopatra stated almost in a question than an answer, but it did not phase
Gaga. Cleopatra’s distress about her two
lovers was almost too much to bear and made the rest of us utterly depressed.
Our girl’s night out was not going well at all, but then I got an idea. “Alright, Clea…” I started with a sly smile. “I think
you should do a shot for every time you mention one of your lovers.” With a
wink I looked over at Gaga who readily agreed and Jane Austen gave small gasp. “Why on earth would she want to shoot herself?” Jane
put a dainty, gloved hand over her heart and continued, “That would be the most
dreadful thing!” “Oh, Jane! And you must try at least one dare.” I
replied after rolling my eyes playfully at her. “A dare?” Jane puzzled not sure what I was referring
to. “Look, she will tell you to do something and then
you do it, or you have to do a shot of Tequila.” Lady Gaga explained getting
slightly annoyed and anxious to get the party started. Seeing
Jane and Cleopatra’s distress I simply stated that a shot was a drink and they
nodded in agreement. Gaga decided it was time to get the party started and
ordered a round of shots. I quickly downed mine and laughed as the two women
from the past did so with hesitation. “Let’s dance!” I bounced happily out my seat
grabbing Jane’s hand, “Just follow my lead.” “But I don’t know what I’m doing!” Jane laughed as I
twirled her and we began to dance to Maroon 5. When Cleopatra and Gaga followed
with exuberance I felt like the party had finally started. As we swayed our
hips to Usher, Rihanna, and Katy Perry I noticed a hot guy checking out Jane. “Jane, oh my god! That guy over there is totally
checking you out.” Pulling her closer so she could see him, and when she did
she blushed. “He is very handsome.” She smiled and giggled, “What
should I do?” “I dare you to kiss him.” Lady Gaga came up and
winked at Jane. “Just flip your hair and lean in. He’ll get the idea and do the
rest.” “Now, she might not be ready for such a task.”
Cleopatra gushed flippantly in her sexy, revealing dress. “I think I can.” Jane replied confidently at her and
waltzed over to the handsome man. “Hello, my name is Jane.” She said a smooth,
sultry voice that was rewarded with a smile. The three of us looked on at the
conversation, and when they kissed we burst out cheering. “Bloody booger!” I stated in surprise, “She actually
did it.” Cleopatra and Gaga just looked at me with equal surprise. “Well, that was…fun!” Jane came back over to us with
a smirk and we laughed at her. As we continued to dance I noticed that Jane and
I were left alone on the dance floor. Our other two friends had found other ways to entertain themselves.
Cleopatra had found two guys that were practically drooling over her and Gaga
had found other girls that were having more fun. With a slight smile on my face
I couldn’t help, but think of the predicament I was in. My night visited by
three ghosts was the most amazing night of my life. The song “Girls Just Want To Have Fun” started to
come on and I went over to Cleopatra and pulled her off the lap of one of the
guys she had captivated, and then went over to Gaga and drug her from some poor
girl. © 2012 Heather MariaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorHeather MariaAboutHello, I am a senior in college and an amature writer. I enjoyr reading and performing while creating new stories for my friends to enjoy. more..Writing
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