Yayo Short 4: Art Galleries and Monsters in basements
Yayo does not usually visit art galleries, at least not voluntarily. Today was different though. Her local museum hosted a generic modern art exhibition, full of artists Yayo had never heard anything of. She wanted to attend a guided tour scheduled for 3 pm. Why, you may ask, wanted Yayo to visit this exhibition. What was so special about this one? It featured art of Yayo's favourite food artist, the great Françoise Cappuccino. She even owns one of his sculptures La Croissant de Lebertee, a faithful recreation of the Statue of Liberty with only croissants. A couple of weeks after Yayo bought it, it started to smell kind of funny and turned all green though. Sure, it looked even more like the statue now, but the smell wasn't very immersive for Yayo's pastry sculpture experience, so she moved the whole thing down into the basement. She hasn't been down there for a long time. The blood-gurgling screams at night coming from there have kept her off from looking. Besides, what is a basement good for anyway? People just put stuff down there they don't need any more, in the hopes they might need it again someday. This is complete nonsense though. Never will anyone need anything from there ever again. Old paint buckets in which the paint has dried to a rock-hard clump, shoes from the 80s that just might someday come back in style, 19th century books about skiing, a tennis racket with a net so limp it could be used for fishing, etc. None of it will ever be used again. Why not get rid of it? Thus, Yayo once decided to burn her cellar down, but had to realize at the last second that the rest of the house was above the very basement she was about to torch. "Whoever came up with the stupid idea to put the basement below the other floors?" Yayo asked herself while sulking in her room, being upset about the impossibility of getting rid of her lowest floor. Anyway, Yayo was excited to see what new creations Cappuccino came up with.
For a tour through an art exhibition, one needs special clothing. Just for an occasion like this, she has bought a giant purple hat that did not fit her at all, sunglasses of the brand DontseeAlot, pants that just oozed pretentiousness and a neon pink blouse. Since Yayo was not looking Hipster enough, she decided to put on some nice classy mountain climber boots as well. Now she looked like a complete douche bag, but at least no one would be able to differentiate between her and the regular art gallery visitor. "Perfect." Yayo thought inspecting her new clothes in the mirror. She is very fond of her bedroom mirror. It makes her look really tall. She bought it from a former funfair in her neighbourhood that had closed down and was selling off all of their inventory.
The local museum of old museums, usually hosting an exhibition about old museums, is an extremely pompous building that looks like it was designed by Salvador Dhali. Describing it would be an almost impossible task, lets just say it looks like a melting ice cream cone lying on the floor during a hot summers day. Strange myths are circulating about this strange building. One myth claims that the architect had a heart attack when he was designing the building and slipped with his hand on the paper, thus resulting in this awful shape. Another one talks about how there are strange faces appearing on the bathroom stalls. "I can explain that one." Yayo thought. A big snarky smile appeared on her face. Standing in front of the museum, it was definitely very huge. Rivaling the Statue of Liberty in size. The one in Las Vegas at least.
2:45 pm; the tour was about to start, but Yayo was nowhere to be seen...
"Hold on...this is no Joke, I lost the protagonist," said I, the narrator, in a panic, "before we can go on with the story I have to find Yayo. Why does she always do things like that to me. For now, I guess...
To be continued..."