Three days before Melody’s 18th birthday, her aunt, Cheryl, who was her legal guardian, waltz into the young girl’s bedroom with a small, pink box. ‘‘Open it, love,’’ She said, smiling, throwing the box on Mel’s bed. The girl unwrapped it, pulling off the nice, rather expensive paper Cheryl had draped around it. ‘‘Oh, Auntie,’’ Mel cried, ‘‘Two plane tickets! Two tickets for the Ellen DeGeneres show! Oh, Auntie, are we…’’ ‘‘Yes,’’ The Aunt replied, ‘‘We are going to California! We’ll be on Ellen’s show!’’

The two women, has planned, attended the show two days later. They both laughed a lot and when Ellen began to dance around the audience, Mel felt her backside touch her own. She was very pleased by that.

After the show, Mel told her aunt to go back to the beautiful hotel they were staying at and after she saw Cheryl disappear, she snuck backstage and hid in a small closet next to Ellen’s dressing room, peeking through the keyhole to see her idol. The plane trip had been quite exhausting and Mel shut her eyes, placing her small head against the door. She immediately fell asleep. When she awoke, she looked at the time on her watch and felt rather upset; it was nearly midnight. Oh, dear! She thought, I must have missed Ellen and now Auntie Cheryl is probably worried sick! She opened the door a little and as she was about to get out of it, she noticed Ellen, slowly walking out of her dressing room, wearing a large, black cloak and carrying a candle. Mel decided to follow her, asking herself what Ellen was up to now; the young girl, however, knew her role-model was up to no good…

Ellen was walking very quickly and Mel kept hiding behind trees so that Ellen wouldn’t notice her. She followed her into a park. Suddenly, Ellen, who seemed quite nervous, stood in front of a large tree and started patting it. What is she doing? Mel asked herself. Then, the unthinkable happened… A door opened and Ellen disappeared into the tree. Mel emulated the lesbian’s gesture and patted the tree herself. The same door opened and Mel looked into the tree. She walked down a few stairs and there was a hidden room where many gay celebrities – Ellen, Portia, Lance , Rosie, and surprisingly, Oprah – were seated around a large table table on top of which a sign read ‘Homocelebrity Society.’ She hid and looked at what was going on. Elton John rose up, wearing a large crown, and began saying, ‘‘For many years, we, homosexual celebrities, had to keep our sexuality a secret, but it’s time for us to fight back! Let’s all welcome our newest member, Adam Lambert!’’ They all cheered. ‘‘Come here, child,’’ Elton continued, taking Adam’s hand, ‘‘It’s time for us to give you…’’ He smiled and gave Adam a small box. Adam opened it. It was a gun! A Gay-Gun. ‘‘With this gun,’’ Ellen said, ‘‘You can turn anybody gay. Look at how I turned Portia gay!’’ ‘‘That’s true,’’ Portia said, smiling, ‘‘I used to be the straightest woman ever! Ellen pulled that gun’s trigger and look at me now! Soon, all celebrities will be gay and we will take over the world!’’

Mel screamed and ran out, closing the door behind her. Oh, my, she thought, oh, my. She began running but tripped on something. She looked… It was a gun… One of those guns, she said to herself. She picked it up and smiled. Suddenly, a young man with skinny jeans, who was walking alone in the park, noticed her. ‘‘Lady,’’ He said, ‘‘Put that gun down!’’ ‘‘I’ll give you a reason to wear skinny jeans now!’’ Mel screamed.