"And the Oscar goes to Emma Stone"
These words had been uttered almost an hour ago, but Emma Stone could barely believe it. She went through her press interviews afterwards with her head positively in the clouds. Nothing as surreal had ever happened to her as winning the Oscar for Best Actress.
She was instructed to go to a private room after the interviews were over. The memo specified no other person could be with her. It made her feel nervous, ever with the official Oscar stationary it was written on.
She got there on time and was relieved to feel safe and elated. Inside must've been two dozen stunning actresses that Emma admired so much. There was Gwyneth Paltrow, Nicole Kidman, Jennifer Lawrence, Halle Berry, Charlize Theron, and of course, Meryl Streep. It didn't take Emma long to connect the dots: all of these women had won Best Actress before.
"Oh my God!" she squealed. "This is such an honor to be considered alongside all of you." She looked around and saw portraits of all the women adorning the wall, on the lower half were individual cloths, apparently covering something.
"We're more than honored to have you a part of this esteemed group, Emma" Meryl said. "I suppose you're wondering why you're here?"
"Well, yeah," Emma said. "Is it like a private party?"
"Sort of," Meryl said. "Who's turn is it to reveal this year?"
Sandra Bullock put her hand up and walked up to her portrait. Taking down her cloth, it revealed a video screen underneath. It started immediately with her looking confidently at the camera.
"Hello, I'm Best Actress winner Sandra Bullock, and I'm about to take a shit."