INT. LIVING ROOM - Night
Matisse (me) sitting on couch watching survivor.
MATISSE
....If I found the hidden immunity idol
I wouldn't share it with Shambo.
MUM
Oh my god! Oh my god! Matisse
come here now.
Matisse runs to her mum glances and computer and sees the above Balmain pants on sale.
MATISSE
(screaming)
Oh my god, holy shit.
MUM
(screaming)
Oh my god, Matisse they're 59 pounds
Matisse collapes on the floors repeating sentences incoherently.
MATISSE
I've loved them....saw them in RUSSH
...I've dreamt....Erin Wasson
....I feel sick...vomit...
must BUY.
Matisse fumbles around on the key pad, no sentences are forming, she can't type her outnet.com password. Matisse screams for her little sister. Onny comes running.
ONNY
Matisse! calm down, I'll do it
the room is silent as Onny the wonder girl types frantically. Matisse is lying on the floor fanning herself, saying prayers to every known spiritual master. Time passes so slowly
ONNY
(glancing over)
Matisse, I'm sorry
They're gone. We didn't make it.
MATISSE
Noooo! I feel sick...don't look at me.
ONNY
I'm sorry, Matisse. We just
weren't fast enough.
Matisse puts her hands on her face, its over.