Part 4 Of Celebrification

Celebrification: The Downfall of Britney Spears- Completed 01/18/25

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Summary: The 2000s were a crazy period in history, beginning in the craze of Y2K, when many thought the world was ending due to the turn of a millennium, and punctuated with new emerging genres of music. The 00s also saw a new trend: child-stars turned pop culture gods, especially those that moved from acting to music.

Britney Spears is one such person, with her career starting in the Mickey Mouse club house, and then continuing with her becoming a household name for her addition to the music sphere. However, after a few years in the spotlight, it began to burn her. Her career went down in flames in the mid-2000s, and it seemed like she was never again going to rest upon her pedestal with her fellow stars.

But, the question was, who was to blame? Was it herself, the social sphere she became accustomed to, and the company she kept? Or, was it the public and the media, always starving for any glimpse of her life they got, good or bad.

Warnings: This contains minor mentions of drug abuse, but would otherwise be categorized at a level of PG.

Notes: This is a one-act play, inspired by Arthur Miller's The Crucible, and contains an informative synopsis at the beginning, as well as a work's cited page.

DISCLAIMER: This is not at all meant to drag Ms. Spears down in any way, shape or form. This is merely meant as a social critique on human behavior. It is also intended as satire, but I am probably very terrible at writing satire, so take it at face value.

I have also published this on AO3, if you prefer that format, here.

Enjoy <3

Chapters: 6/6

Total Word Count: 3.2k

Part 1 Overture [essay] 892 words

Overture [content] 465 words

Act 1: Scene 1 618 words

Act 1: Scene 2 588 words

Act 1: Scene 3 663 words

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Britney Spears:

Celebrification: The Downfall of Britney Spears

Part 3 of Celebrification

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Word Count: 618

Act 1: Scene 1

A voice speaks out, loud and clear, disembodied: feminine indeed, bold as well.

The Voice: Hello, dear. It is nice to finally meet you.

17, confused and mildly fearful: Who is that??? 

The Voice: It is not important who I am, but who you were, are, and will be. Many say that you have been dealt a terrible card in life, but others say you abuse your spotlight, and that you are the same as all the rest. What say you?

17: Oh, I don’t really know what you mean…

THE VOICE: You really don’t know? You need to defend yourself from the… allegations.

17: What allegations???? 

THE VOICE: Very well then, you will eventually find out.

 Pause, the rustling of pages in the background.

THE VOICE: 17! Care to explain your claim to fame? Your rise to stardom! YOUR GREAT------ cutoff

Silence, then vague background noises, and perhaps a bit of shuffling from wherever THE VOICE is broadcasting themself from

17 looks around confused and alarmed until THE VOICE speaks again a few seconds later. THE VOICE: Deepest apologies, 17, would you mind sharing your negative experiences with fame? Or just really any experience?

17: Oh, I guess so. I’ve really enjoyed being in the spotlight, and my fans have been really supportive so far. Cue awkward silence.

THE VOICE, expectantly: Nothing else? 17 shakes her head No anecdotes on how your fans have been possessive, overbearing, or even the least bit too judgmental? 17 opens and then closes her mouth just as quick. Are you sure? Is there no moment in which you have had to defend yourself against your fans for something that is really quite… innocent? I need a bit of anything to go off of.

17: Well, yeah, there is, but what do you mean you need something?

THE VOICE, pauses for a few seconds: It is for but my own purpose, nothing you need to be concerned about…

17: Okay… skeptically Well, there was this one time when I did a music video. Actually, it was kind of recently. I was wearing a school uniform, and I just made it a little more teenager-y, you know. A bit more modernized, that’s all. Raising her voice slightly. And people online got really annoyed about how I wore it. I was just trying to be trendy and relate to kids my age. I was just tying up my shirt to dance, and I’m really used to it, considering that it would be stupid for someone to attend a dance class without wearing a shorter shirt, or less clothing. They said I was deliberately playing up my innocence, but I’m a teenager!

THE VOICE: I see… So, would you say that the general public response was trying to, how would the youth say it, drag you down?

17: Yes? Maybe? I don’t really know.

THE VOICE: Interesting. So, it does seem that these people, as you would say, tried to drag you through the mud, and perhaps, seemed to derive joy, or at least entertainment from attacking you?

17: I wouldn’t exactly say they were attacking me, it just felt annoying that they wouldn’t get my point. And I’m not sure about joy, but it did feel like maybe they came from a place of concern? I’m not really sure.

THE VOICE: Ah, I see… Well, then, you may leave 17.

17: Oh um, thank you for having me, I guess. Which direction do I go to leave? Door previously unseen at stage right is revealed. Oh, I see. Thank you, again. She walks to the door, slowly, and cautiously. Before she leaves, she looks back behind her and then hurries through the door.

Part 5 of Celebrification

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Word Count: 663

Act 1: Scene 3

The oldest woman enters the room from stage left, hesitantly, and takes her seat on the chair closest to her, stage left.

THE VOICE: Now, 30, what do you say to the allegations? Would you say that your downfall from fame was all your own fault? I mean, you got involved in terrible, terrible things. Drugs amongst them. The media follows you like a moth to a flame. You’ve lost everything. Poor, poor dear.

30, wearily: I know that. I know my life and my fame isn’t what it used to be. We don’t need to keep talking about it. I know you’ve already asked the other two for their testimony. You don’t need mine.

THE VOICE: Yes, their testimony was necessary, perhaps a bit subpar in 17’s case, but yours will be just as necessary.

30: Necessary? What is my word needed for? The public has already seen what I have to give. I’ve given it all and lost it all. I don’t have anything else left to tell. I just want to be left alone.

THE VOICE: Perhaps… but what if you had the chance to tell your side, to show the people that it was them who drove you toward your demise! You have a chance to change things dear, and if nothing else, I’m sure many would be at least entertained by your story.

30, angered: Entertained! Entertained? I have lost my marriage, my sons, my right to manage my own life! How could anyone find joy in that?

THE VOICE: I never said joy, dear. Entertainment can just the same be derived from a true crime show as a comedy movie. And the entertainment found from your life can teach others the dangers of your path, and how few and far between the trait of true empathy has become. Your story is one of tragedy, of how the boring and mundane see the downfall of their favorite celebrities, and it breathes life into their little dried, desiccated lives. 

30: I guess that does make sense.

THE VOICE: And your testimony wouldn’t hurt anyone. The only one to hear you is me, and perhaps speaking about your life will bring you light to your… issues. Consider me a type of … therapist. 

30, snappishly: Issues indeed. I guess it really wouldn’t hurt. She takes a deep breath. I just feel failed by my fans. I’ve done nearly everything to be appreciated, and at some point, I couldn’t keep up. The paparazzi kept following me and following me. There were so many pictures of me doing things I shouldn’t have that I just lost it. I did drugs, and I got married, twice, and they failed, twice. I had children, and I failed them too. Then I got put into the conservatorship, and I lost my ability to choose what to do with my life, with my money.

THE VOICE: Keep going.

30: I guess I was just expecting for everyone to try and be helpful, to want to see me get better. Everybody talks about how humans are supposed to be, at their core, kind, but it seems that kindness has elapsed my situation. I got dragged through the mud, and I feel like that’s only made it worse. Honestly, it feels like everyone only really started showing up when everything started piling up. And people started to get really involved online with the hate, even more than the people who supported me. Like they… She realized something. found joy in my downfall. Interesting.

THE VOICE: It seems that you finally see my point. These fans that you did everything for, weren’t there for you, in the end. They were there-

30, continuing the statement: To live through me. I wasn’t really there to entertain them through music, their entertainment was found through the publication of my life. Through seeing how low I could go. 

She looks directly at the audience, staring for a few seconds.

The curtain falls.

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one more lonely night in my bedroom, sitting in my underwear with candles as my light source.

the dried glitter under my eyes resembles tears in the moonlight.

it reminds me of youth, being a kid.

face paint, pastel pink & the same cat cake my mother baked me every birthday, with licorice whiskers.

i don't care for birthday cake now, i tell her to buy whatever cheap grocery store one everyone will enjoy.

when i was little, about eight, i wanted to be my older sister so badly.

i liked the thought of freedom you get once you grow up, a boyfriend, makeup and short skirts. it's nothing like i thought.

to be a teenage girl, is simply hell.

dissecting my body until it's nothing, sobbing over every man that leaves, acting older than i am, becoming a whore at fourteen.

hot wax burning my skin, feeling super suicidal, daily prescription pills, counting calories, backstabbing and loving too hard.

i'd trade anything in the world to be young forever, to be back in my mothers arms as she sang "you are my sunshine" to me every night.

i don't know when she stopped.

"please don't take my sunshine away."

sometimes i still wish i left, but i'll stay for her.

i'll start baking her the same cat cake for her birthdays and make homemade cards with colored paper and sparkly stickers.

i'll start dotting my i's with little hearts, and apply eyeshadow with my fingertips once again.

i'll wear ribbons in my hair, and listen to the 60s music my grandma played while she taught little me how to bake a pie.

i'll embrace my sensitivity, and cry when i have to, i won't suppress my rage, i'll be wild and free.

i'll hold onto youth, and miss the old grace in silence.

written by grace isabelle