| Let me tell you about my new book “Death of a Pop-Star.” It started out with a joke between two friends in a bar, and that joke was this… If you could have sex with any Celebrity, living or dead, who would it be? My answer was Jessica Simpson, dead. That was for shock value and a good laugh, of course (?). Sick I know, but we were drinking and that’s how that goes. What got twisted out of that night’s warped conversation began this book. My kooky imagination concocted “Death of a Pop-Star” which started out as a kidnapping murder mystery story, and then became an accidental slip of the lip Sci-Fi that revealed the truth about celebrities, politicians, and Alien conspiracies, which began a wild thrill ride from New York to Las Vegas. In this funny Sci-fi adventure, which also acts as a time machine through TV-Land author Jack Batcher sets the stage like a comedian in a night club mocking everything from Scientology to Celebrities, TV advertisements to the Pharmaceutical Companies. Jack ties all these elements together while ridiculing the phenomena of instant stardom that seems to happen to often in America today. To wrap things up when I finished reading “Death of a Pop-Star” I thought it was a fun book. I know being the author that I have a biased opinion, but this book does offer unexpected twist and a creative combination of well known characters that you would never see in this light and probably never will again (?) I believe you will get as much gratification from “Death of a Pop-Star” as you would from a wild night of drunken intercourse. Well maybe not that much gratification, but you will feel dirty afterwards, I promise. |
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3 Splash! Jessie is woken up again with another icy bucket of water. “Wake up Ms. Thompson” growled the faceless captor. As Jessie squinted into the blinding white light, she thought she would have been dead by now and after that last shock and awe to her nervous system she felt like she was. Jessie notices that there is a television on a table and wonders what this maniac has put it there for. “The time has come Ms. Thompson.” “Please don’t kill me.” “No not that”, he laughed, “soon, but not now.” “Then what are you talking about? It is time for what?” Laughingly her faceless captor tells her. “Your family is on T.V. begging for your life.” “What?” “Here Jessie, we will watch together.” Her faceless captor turned on the television. “Your Father is going to be on the Ten O’clock News. He has been on several other broadcasts. I thought you would like to see one. It will probably be the last time you see him. Jessie, it is very touching.” “You are a monster!” “Shhh Jessie, here it comes.” “Good evening it is July Eleventh, and you are watching Fox 5 Ten O’clock News. I am Dick Rose.” “I am Julie Hepp.” Dick Rose continues, “We start tonight’s broadcast with a worried father’s plea for his daughters’ safe return. As you know we have been following the story of the kidnapped Pop- Star Jessie Thompson. Her father is here tonight and we turn it over to you right now… in the studio… Mr. Joe Thompson.” “Mr. Thompson, what is it you would like to say to your daughters captors right now… if they are watching?” “Well Dick… I would like to tell them to let my little girl go. They have already taken one daughter from me. Please don’t take another one of my precious little angels. I will pay any kind of money, ransom, whatever you want. Just let her go. You can contact me or the N.Y.P.D.” Tears began to well up in Mr. Thompson’s eyes and he let his face fall into his hands. Jessie began to cry, “oh Daddy!” As tears streamed down her cheeks drowning herself with the heartache she could see was killing her father. From behind the blinding white light she hears her faceless captor. “No, wait Jessie it is just beginning. Here is the part where your father makes his heightened, desperate, and violent plea. Right about… now…” Mr. Thompson slowly lifts his face from his hands and looks angrily into the camera. He is full of eye bulging, vein popping rage, as if he can see the monsters that have killed his daughter Amber. Then kidnapped and possibly killed his other daughter Jessie. “You sons of bitches! You hurt my Jessie and I’ll kill you! You let my little girl go! I am offering a one million dollar reward for anything that gets me to you! I will hunt you until the end of my days! I will hunt you down and kill you like a dirty rotten dog!” Shutting off the television as the screaming, sweaty, red-faced Texan fades to a blank black screen. Jessie sees in the television screens reflection, her sniffling, beaten and bruised body, draped in torn clothing. Dangeling from the ceiling by chains filled with electric venom. She hears the mockingly terrible voice of the faceless captor from behind the blinding white light. “I guess I am in trouble now? What will I ever do? A one million dollar reward for information leading to me! I don’t know Jessie it seems like yo’ daddy means business. I could get in a lot of trouble! A very dramatic performance wouldn’t you agree?” Jessie hangs from her shackles sobbing knowing how worried her family is and frightened about what will happen next. “I have to tell you Jessie. I have seen that a few times today and your father’s performance keeps getting better. He could definitely have an acting career after all of this is done. Maybe he could play himself in the made for T.V. movie about this… everyone loves a good drama. Now if you’ll excuse me Ms. Thompson, I have to make my ransom demands.” “Fuck you! You’re a coward! Hiding behind that white light! Who do you think you are? You low life! You piece of shit! You want to kill me? Then just kill me! I have had it with your stupid little games! I hope my father does find you and kills you! Your no man, you’re a scared little bitch with no guts to show his face. You’ll never get away with this. They will find you!” “Shut Up! Whore!” Roared the faceless captor and the booming reverberations of his voice quickly put an end to Jessie’s meager protest. “Ms. Thompson I am very shocked at the language. Although I am inspired by your bravery Jessie, I applaud you.” Jessie hears the slow thunderous claps of her faceless captor from behind the blinding white light. She is very worried. “So Jessie you want me to just kill you now? You want me to get it over with? Is that what you want? I was just fooling around about killing you, but if that’s what you really want. It can be arranged. Just a spin of this here dial will fry those beautiful brown eyes of yours like burnt eggs in a frying pan. Are you ready Jessie?! You asked for it. You got it bitch! Yeah!” “No! No! No!” Jessie screamed and tried to wrestle herself out of the chains before he could send the shock she knew would kill her. “You can try to get away all you want”, laughed her faceless captor, “but it won’t do you any good.” With that he spun the dial that would send the high voltage death blow through the wires, which were connected to the chains. That are locked around the wrist of the unfortunate Jessie Thompson, who was about to be electrocuted to death. First Jessie felt the slow burning agony as the chains locked around her wrist began to heat up. In hyperventilated high pitched cries of pain she pleaded “you don’t have to do this.” As an electric current pulsated under every inch of her skin, and ransacked the organs in her body. Her mind twitched as her overloaded nerve endings sent mixed messages to her brain. Jessie’s heart pounded like it was going to explode out of her chest. While showers of white hot sparks cascaded overhead burning her hands and arms. Her eyes bulged as she twitched in violent convulsions releasing unintelligible groans and screams. It was as if grim death were making horrible love to her before taking her soul. “You are hot tonight” laughed the faceless captor as he shut down the killer electric tsunami, which had just crashed over Jessie Thompson. Jessie’s lifeless smoking body hung limp in the spotlight as foam oozed from her mouth. “Well ladies and gentlemen the shows over. I don’t know about you, but I thought Jessie Thompson’s performance tonight was… Electrifying!” Mad maniacal laughter from the faceless captor rang off the rusted dirt green walls. Jessie didn’t hear it. Bang! Bang! Bang! “This is the NYPD! Open up!” A voice shouted from behind the door. “Sorry Ms. Thompson” whispered the faceless captor. “I won’t be staying for the encore.” Crash! |
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