The Queen attacks a Museum

It was a busy night at the Art Museum. The entrance was bustling with people queuing to get inside. Limousine after limousine stopped to drop their extravagant owner at the building. Journalists were busy interviewing anyone that would lend them their voice. All of them and more came for the opening of Aria’s latest exhibition.

Inside, the walls were lined with paintings that depicted bleak portraits, dark introspections on the seediest and most despicable thoughts the human mind could muster. Some sculptures accompanied the canvases, each a twisted manifestation of agony made out of marble and wood. All through the building, the visitors could feel the overwhelming darkness encroach on their very selves ...at least until they got to the main exhibit.

In the center of the museum was the most shocking piece of all. Critics and fans alike were aghast at the exhibition. Murmurs of all kinds echoed in the room. It was certainly Aria’s most intriguing exhibit yet, and a complete departure from the rest of her work.

The exhibit was a mix between a sculpture and a live demonstration. It started with a unicorn. She was snow-white, proud and exuding cheerfulness. Riding the mythical horse was Aria herself. Like Lady Godiva, she wasn’t wearing any clothes. The museum-goers could examine her wispy figure at their leisure, and most of them did. The artist’s hands seemed glued to the saddle, not moving even an inch from their position. Her usually pale skin was painted pink and adorned with glittering sparkles that made her shine like a beacon. Her long and unkempt hair had been dyed gold and ceremoniously styled like she was royalty. Her bright blue lips were seemingly sealed. The artist did not say a word, although she mumbled a lot.

Critics stared her up and down, trying to discern the hidden meaning in the piece. Aria’s eyes darted across the room to desperately try to avoid their gaze.

At the corner of the room, a small waitress hid a bottle of superglue under the fake bottom of her tray. She left with a smile on her face. Another job done, three more to go.