Sometimes I get ridiculous.
Added 2018-11-18 22:27:04 +0000 UTCShot on iPhone with terrible lighting in a hotel room in Chicago.
On this particular trip in September, I needed to kill some time on the airplane. That's when I started writing the pitch for the next murder mystery burlesque show at Viva's in Dallas.
I think it should be called "Bitches Killing Bitches" or "Die, Pageant Bitches." The loose premise we had with the producer was to do a pageant send-up, blending Showgirls with Miss Congeniality.
I had a whole run of ways bitches could kill bitches in the show.
Here are some highlights:
Does a second bitch die? Maybe a judge dies instead of the old queen so the old queen steps into the judge role? Does the old queen have a protégé? Do we have three sabotage attempts via fake pearls? Group number at the beginning like Miss America pageants or Drop Dead Gorgeous? Do the bitches all kill each other at the end and the old queen gets another year of queening by default? Do we have the audience vote on the next bitch to die or the winning bitch?
Why do I keep calling them bitches? Because some pageants have really catty people as participants. Those are the bitches you want to see face plant or fight.
We're pitching the big idea (my insane brainstorming on the initial premise, polished up by the mister). Fingers crossed it goes?
