The scene opens showing a bedroom. A girl, Marilyn Sparrow, dressed in black pajamas is sitting at her table, writing in a black book. It's her diary. She does not have crazy "Goth" makeup or hair, but it's apparent she's dark and gloomy, There is a simple bed, drawer, dresser, and a small window at the side but the walls stand out the most because they are covered with posters of many bands. Three posters stand out the most and are at the forefront. They are of Marilyn Manson. Her voice plays overhead as she writes.
Marilyn: Dear Diary. School was good as always, sometimes I wonder how someone like me can have that many friends but I do. But it could've been better. The teacher asked us what music we liked and I said "Marilyn Manson". Then my classmates started making fun of him and called him weird and all for a good five minutes. I know they don't mean it because they're my friends but I was hurt. I waited until class was over and then I ran to the bathroom and cried.
Marilyn stops writing and looks at the poster on the wall. She closes the book and walks to her bed. The lights dim as she lies down on her bed, facing the audience. Suddenly a spotlight shines on her and a deep storyteller's voice speaks overhead.
Storyteller: Marilyn Sparrow was a girl. She liked dark things. Dark clothes, and dark books, and dark shoes and dark animals, but the thing she liked that was the darkest of all, was Marilyn Manson.
Marilyn sits upright on the bed, shocked and confused at hearing the storyteller's voice. She turns around, looking for the source of the voice. The storyteller continues.
Storyteller: When her best friend Nicole was murdered, she listened to Marilyn Manson every day. His music took away her pain. She had her friends, and her family, but it was Marilyn Manson she looked up to the most. She only wished that Marilyn Manson knew.
Marilyn's shoulders slump at the sound of her best friend and she lied back down on the bed, turning the other way to sleep. The storyteller's voice fades and the lights black out completely. A ten second pause and they come back on again. The sounds of birds whistling can be heard. Marilyn wakes up, annoyed. She storms to the window and shuts the blinds on her window quickly. The sound of birds stop and the lights dim a little when she shuts the blinds. Her mother, Mrs. Sparrow comes in with her breakfast and the newspaper. She turns and sees Marilyn Manson's poster on the wall.
Mrs. Sparrow: He's a freak of nature, Marilyn.
Marilyn: So am I, and you remind me of that every morning.
Mrs. Sparrow shakes her head.
Mrs. Sparrow: Take those down before the exorcist comes tomorrow. I think we have ghosts in the kitchen.
Mrs. Sparrow shakes her head and walks out, leaving Marilyn in the room. Marilyn takes a bite of her toast. The storyteller's voice plays overhead again. She stops halfway through biting her toast and rolls her eyes when she hears the voice, unfolding her newspaper.
Storyteller: Marilyn's mother did not like Marilyn Manson. Marilyn unfolded her newspaper and read the news like she did every Saturday morning. What's this? Marilyn Manson is on the front page?
Marilyn scans the front page in shock, she throws it down on the floor and slides off her chair, on the floor beside it. The glass of milk she has for her breakfast spills on top of her head and she's crying really badly.
Storyteller: The headline was "Shock Rocker Kills Ex-wife's Boyfriend". Marilyn Manson has finally done the unthinkable, he's killed someone. Marilyn won't have it. Someone had killed her best friend and she knows how Dita must feel. How could Marilyn Manson do that?
Marilyn throws her glass at the side of her room and yells at the voice.
Marilyn: SHUT UP!
Marilyn stands up and rushes to the Marilyn Manson posters on the wall. She tears them off and throws them on the floor, falling beside them and ripping them up into pieces. She grabs all her Marilyn Manson CDs as well and breaks them, throwing the cases everywhere. She sits among the mess, crying. Mrs. Sparrow comes back in talking as she opens the door.
Mrs. Sparrow: What was all the noise, Marilyn?
Mrs. Sparrow stops short and looks at Marilyn, exclaiming.
Mrs. Sparrow: Marilyn, you didn't have to do that. If you didn't want to take them down you could have just told me.
Mrs. Sparrow crouches beside Marilyn and picks up the pieces. Marilyn continues crying and helps her. They both leave the stage through the door carrying the remains of Marilyn's Marilyn Manson collection. Marilyn comes back in a different pair of black pajamas, clean. She lies down on the . The storyteller's voice comes back on but Marilyn ignores him.
Storyteller: Marilyn would never listen to The Golden Age of Grotesque again. She wasn't a Disposable Teen anymore, or one of The Beautiful People, or a member of the The Nobodies. She didn't want to be in the mOBSCENE, or buy another pair of Heart-Shaped Glasses. Never will she have anymore Sweet Dreams because she thought, "Rock is Dead". Or at least, Marilyn Manson was to her.
The lights black out and turn back on. Marilyn is sleeping. Sylvia comes in is wearing different clothes. She walks towards Marilyn and shakes her gently.
Sylvia: Time to wake up. You have school today.
Marilyn gets up and rubs her eyes. She nods and picks up her towel, going out of her room. Sylvia goes out behind her. Marilyn comes back after a while, wearing her school uniform and picks up her backpack, leaving again. The lights dim and the scene ends.