[video] [Marilyn stares at the camera frantically, blushing and chewing at her thumbnail. Something strange is going on, something unnerving and frightening. It wouldn't be the first time she had been affected by something, and she liked to think she handled each of them in stride. But not this one. Suddenly songs were flooding her mind. Songs she used as an emotional escape. Because she never liked to publicly show her deepest, darkest feelings, Marilyn was prone to indulging in musical therapy. It soothed her and brought her back to the comfort of her calm. And, yet, here she was, bursting with many a lyric, melodies dancing on her tongue and begging to be set free.
She turns off the camera, but leaves the microphone on. Its easier to sing when you're not seen.]
[voice] [Her voice is a snarky alto, reminiscent of singers of the 1940's. But despite the clever and cheeky quality, Marilyn's kindness is still very vivid in the softness and breathiness of her singing. In its vulnerability.]
You've been hanging out with the unloved kids Who you never really liked and never trusted But you are somagnetic, you pick up all the pins
Never committing to anything You don't pick up the phone when it ring, ring, rings Don't be so pathetic, just open up and sing:
I'm vulnerable, I'm vulnerable I am not a robot
You're lovable, so lovable
[A sudden break, silence; but then the words just blurry out, off tempo and softer.]
But you're just troubled
[She knows to which persons this song applies to, and, though shed rather they not catch on, it was freeing to have let the emotion slip.
With a shaky, apologetic laugh, she covers her hand over the mic, invoking a popping and rustling growl from the system, and then quickly turns it off.]