Here`s a black corset, I said, taking a costume off the rack.
I wore that in A Midsummer Night's Dream when I played Helena, my aunt gushed. I couldn`t breathe for a week.
How about this? she asked, modeling a witch`s hat presumably from an over-the-top production of The Wizard of Oz.
I think it might be a little overkill, I offered.
Aunt Libby found a Puritanical high-collared black dress. We wore these in The Crucible. If I hike it up a few inches...it might be quite fabulous.
I think it would be ghastly, I complimented her.
Cardboard boxes marked MEN`S, WOMEN`S, and CHILDREN`S lined the wall underneath the windows.
I removed a box from the top of the stack labeled WOMEN`S, 9 and sifted through it. The box was full of everything from cowboy boots to tap shoes, galoshes to stilettos.
Here`s some Mary Janes. With a pair of black tights and that Crucible dress, you`ll look like...
A grown-up Wednesday Addams, my aunt said halfheartedly.
Perfect! I declared enthusiastically.
Now was time for a Raven Madison Extreme Dream Makeover. The closest I`d ever gotten to being a fashion or cosmetics consultant was when I applied pink blush to Becky when she was preparing for a date with Matt.
If I ever had my own style show, I`d tear into a suburban style-challenged participant`s closet and throw out anything pastel, floral, or rhinestoned and replace it with bloodred tones, acid hues, and morbid blacks.
Today was different from anything I`d experienced when consulting Becky. From her auburn-topped head to her lime-green-painted toes, I got to transform my aunt from a flower child to a lady of the night.
While one hand soaked in lavender water, I painted her other hand`s fingernails bat black.
So, tell me all about the date! I prompted her like a professional cosmetologist.
Aunt Libby giggled as if we were best friends as she described her dinner date with Devon.
He is unlike any other man I`ve ever met. He`s very patient and intense. He listens to everything I say.
Do you have a picture of him?
We`ve only had one date. Besides, he doesn`t like to have his picture taken.
Curious, I thought. While Aunt Libby`s nails were drying, I toned down her warm glow and sun-kissed face by applying a soft, pale white powder. I drew her heavy eyeliner to a point and spread coffin black eyeshadow on her lids. I overapplied her mascara and finished off with two-tone vampire red matte lipstick.
I dolled her up with a hemlock lace choker necklace, rose dangle earrings, and chunky black bracelets. Then I zipped her into her recently hemmed Crucible dress.
I quickly unpacked my clubbing clothes and felt like I spent more time getting ready in my aunt`s bedroom than riding the bus to Hipsterville.
I think I`m melting out here, she hollered, knocking on the bedroom door. Hurry, I want to see what I look like, too. I sprayed my hair and opened the door.
Wow! Get a load of you! she exclaimed.
I twirled like a model in front of her, wearing a black minidress with a violet and black stretch bodice and jagged skirt, midnight-colored fishnets, and Demonia black leather buckled- up monster boots. I felt confident in my skin and clothes. I`d passed for a vampire in the Dungeon and a young adult in the Coffin Club and I was just being myself. It was electrifying that I had the opportunity to return as myself--much less with my aunt Libby.
Only she didn`t think so. Next to you I look like I could be your grandmother!
Get out! We look like sisters.
As long as you give me props like that, I`ll hang out with you wherever you want. Where to next, the cemetery?
Now, are you ready to see yourself? I asked.
For like an hour....
Drumroll please... I began, and presented her in front of her full-length bedroom mirror.
When my aunt saw her reflected image, she didn`t recognize herself. She gasped as if she`d just seen a ghost.
You look beautiful, don`t you think? I beamed.
Well...it`s certainly different from what I`m used to.
I made you look like me, I said with admiration.
There was dead silence. Then, as if she thought she`d hurt my feelings, she said, No one can look like you, Raven. You are unique and beautiful.
I can tone it down.
Don`t you dare. She grabbed a handheld mirror and fluffed her hair. This color is very slimming. She puckered her vampire red lips like a morbid Marilyn Monroe. Black is a girl`s best friend.
Chapter 9 Ghouls' Night Out
Look at that line! Aunt Libby shrieked when we arrived at the Coffin Club. It`s as long as a New York hot spot`s! This will not do--follow me.
Aunt Libby headed straight for the entrance and right up to an unfamiliar bouncer.
Excuse me, my name is Libby Madison. I`m with the Village Players and...
Libby? the bouncer asked skeptically.
My aunt scrutinized him. Jake? she asked, suddenly recognizing him. What are you doing working here?
It`s just part-time while I go to school, he said, taking the five-dollar teen-night admission fee from a girl in line. I almost didn`t recognize you.
Well, I`m out clubbing tonight. Do I look the part?
Jake smiled and stamped a fourteen-year-old who had more piercings than I had. The stamp barely fit on her tiny hand.
Raven, this is Jake, my aunt began proudly. Jake, this is my niece, Raven. Jake played Lenny in the Village Players production of Of Mice and Men.
It`s nice to meet you. He stamped a bat on each of our hands.
Don`t we need bracelets? I asked. Not tonight. The bar is dry until eleven oh one.
How did you know about the bracelets? my aunt whispered.
Uh...I saw it in a movie.
Jake hopped off his stool and, like the valet at a five-star hotel, kindly opened the coffin- shaped doors.
My aunt and I paraded through the doors like we were royalty.
When I grow up, Aunt Libby, I want to be just like you! I exclaimed.
My aunt took a moment to take in the Coffin Club, beginning with its neon tombstones.
I love it! she blurted out.
I, however, was taken aback. The mood of the club had totally changed from the previous nights I`d visited. It was like a cryptic sweet-sixteen party. No amount of white powder or Graveyard Gray lipstick could hide the pimples, braces, and bubble gum attached to the teens running amok throughout the club. Sure, some teens were bopping to the macabre music or experimenting with a darker fashion palette, but for most it seemed a chance to be away from Mommy and Daddy and play dress-up for the evening.
Aunt Libby couldn`t have cared less, even if she`d known. She was absorbing her surroundings like a tan addict enjoys the sun.
This club is amazing! she said. I didn`t realize there were so many of you.
Neither did I, I said.
Who is this singing? she asked, swaying to the music.
The Skeletons.