Lourdes of Loki 6 - The Talk Show (part 2)

"But God created you thus, changing Gods creation is wrong." Leonard Skipper said.
"Which one?" I turned to him, asking.
"What do you mean?"
"Which god created your face? Or mine? Odin? Zeus? Ras Tafari?"
"God the Lord," Leonard was obviously annoyed, and our talk show hostess Rosalyn Ostrich beamed like a spotlight, now THIS was great TV.
"Loki?" I leaned forward in the sofa placing my chin on my hand, regarding the man intensely – could it be that he had after all done some little thing around his eyes. Like smoothing his eyelids for instance. In spite of his spoken aversion to cosmetic surgery?

"This is not funny," Leonard huffed and Elinore Fitzmichael stifled a laughter next to me.
"No, and I'm not joking," I said. "After all I am here because I'm in the business for real. It's my livelihood. So let's just say that Loki has created me. Do you think he'd mind if I had a nose job done then?"
"No, listen her young lady, this – Loki, is a fantasy character. An old myth of a dead religion. Whilst..."
"Now, don't say that, you might hurt Loki's feelings," I tilted my head.
"Loki?" Elinore echoed, it was obvious she had no idea who he was.
"As I said this is no joke, I suggest you read my book 'LORD AND HIS CREATION' on the subject, and...."
"...sorry I'm not an avid reader..."
"...approach the subject with a little bit more respect, because..."
"...I am nothing but respectful, or I wouldn't last in this business..."
"...our Lord in heaven who have created us..."
"...because the competition out there is hard and if you don't..."

"Mr. Skipper," Rosalyn cut in, "Can you tell a bit more about your book, in what way it could benefit our watchers out there who want to learn more about this subject?"
"I have it here," Leonard Skipper raised his hand, displaying a brick of a book, with one of those classic Jehovah pictures outside, a bearded man in a toga-kind of gown standing on a gray cloud. Honestly he could pass for Zeus as well. Or Albus Dumbledore. Or Mart Bilker, that hippie living next door to us. The one with the flat full of marihuana and a dog big as an elephant. "In this book I analyze the words of the Bible where..."
"Hey wait, what does your god say about colouring your hair?" Josh Nadel asked. He had been silent up until now, as the discussion had left his analyses of Michael Jackson's probable surgeries. "Is it fine or not?"

"Well..." Leonard began.
"Perhaps he doesn't know?" Josh asked.
"Actually..." Leonard tried again.
"But we're grown up, it's our bodies and our money paying for it," Elinore cut in. "Or at least most of the time, I've got a sponsor who had paid for some of the things I've done. A clothes company, la Giaconda. That's Mona-Lisa's Italian nick name. Now, how can it be wrong doing these things, I don't get it, we don't hurt anyone else. I can fully understand that it's wrong to go out there and beat someone up in the street or mug him of his money. But for me to remake my nose three times, that should be nobody's business really. Whoever it's your lord, or this Luca whatshisname."

I had to admit this Mona Lisa wannabe was a lot smarter than she first appeared. Even if she was not familiar with my father.
"It says in the Bible that..." Leonard began.
"Loki is one of the gods of the Valhalla," Josh said at the same time.
"Those gods does not exist," Leonard replied. "They are..."
"How do you know that?" Elinore asked. "Can't find them on Facebook?"
"You may mock me now, but when you meet your creator and he wants to know why you have destroyed the body he gave you..."
"...actually papá is fine with my project. As long he has to pay nothing, he thinks it's kinda funny."
"I'm not referring to your Earthly father but your Heavenly."
" Heavenly? Come on," I rolled my eyes. "Can we at least assume that we who sit her know how our fathers are. And mine is definitely not with NASA. Not the last time I called him at least."

Rosalyn put her hands together.
"I'm sorry but I have to cut you off here, in this interesting debate, but right after these messages we will meet a woman who wouldn't have survived without the benefits of cosmetic surgery."

As the ads started to roll behind us, Leonard turned to me and Elinore:
"You might consider yourself smart and young and thus rejecting your creator, but believe me, he created us for a reason and that was not for destroying your bodies!"
"He told you so," Elinore asked.
"Yes, indeed he did."
"Poor you, 'coz that might just be a message to you then, because I've definitely not received any message from any god telling me what to do and what not. And I'm not so sure if I did, that I'd listen. After all most gods seem to be conceited guys, who are mostly interested in either screw people or screw them over."
"You're more right than you know," I turned to Elinore, glad the camera was off for the time being.
"God's ruling goes for everyone. In my book..."

"Yes, there are a lot of books out there," I said, "Claiming all this and that. But I've never been that found of books. I want more substantial proof to be convinced on something. I believe in what I see and what works. I believe in the research I've done because I've seen that it works. I believe in what I can see and touch."
"But God's creation..." Leonard began but was cut off because the add stream was over and Pita Velax was entering the studio.

And she sure had a story to tell. And she might've been kinda deformed and peculiar looking, but you soon forgot about that, because she was so cool. And most of all brave to sit in a TV studio showing herself, knowing that she was quite far away from that fantasy poster ideal all were striving for, whatever they wanted to admit it or not.

Turned out that Pita had been working in some chemical industry, and due to a sad misfortune she had held on to a railing, which broke and she fell down in a barrel with some awful kind of acid. Most of her skin was burned away, as was hair and nails and it was only some fast co-workers who managed to get her out of there and thus prevented her from dying. She was rushed off to hospital and put in a special kind of gel to not die of dehydration and other damages which the skin protects you from. And then it had begun. Transplant after transplant, and her face being build up from scratch, including nose, ears and lips. Luckily she had worn protective glasses, so her eyes and the skin around were undamaged.

"But for weeks and weeks I was just a pair of eyes." Pita said. "I don't think I've ever watched so many movies. Everything from Alien to Gone With the Wind."

She really was an awesome woman with a cool kind of gallows humour, more or less everything she told about was tinted with some kind of joke. And in the end she got the audience laughing with her instead of pitying her. Especially since she told Josh off:
"I'm in the Guinness Book of Record after all my surgeries. Michael Jackson has nothing against me, I swear. Besides being dead that is."

Then it was Calibur Time. With swaging steps he entered the studio and said 'Hi' to Rosalyn and a few words before he got on stage and sung his smashing hit Supernatural and then another song called Flavour. Then the show was over and the lights went out. And as we all had our photos taken and filed out from the studio, Calibur came up to me again, and asked me out for a drink.
"On one condition," I asked.
"What?"
"Your real name? Because  it ain't really Calibur, right?"
"True, he had to admit. It's Clive Walters."

I had to agree with him. Clive Walters wasn't exactly a rock star name, so I understood him. And I let him take me out for that drink, after all we were the only two singles in the group.