It's A Filthy Goddamn Horror Show

"So, you're turning twenty-one tomorrow. What's the plans?" Renee's father's voice was nervous coming through the phone.

"No plans yet, unless you're finally caving and taking me to work with you." she joked back.

"Do you still want to go?" Mr. Davis' voice was suddenly serious.

"I've been begging for two decades, I'm not gonna stop now." Renee laughed.

Mr. Earl Davis had been the make-up artist for Fox News for as long as Renee could remember, but recently he had been offered a job as the artist for a hit TV show FX was producing. American Horror Story. A new show that was rumored to scare the pants off anyone watching, and Renee was dying to see the action.

With a long sigh, Earl responded, "Fine. I suppose it has been long enough. You can come with me tomorrow, but just don't freak out when you see anyone or anything."

Renee tried to control her excitement, but seemed to fail miserably. With a loud chuckle, and then a fit of giggles she thanked her dad profusely and hung up the phone.