"Just what is going on here?"

Cried Madame Le Tron,  "And where exactly did you say Dead Eddie was last seen?"

Giselle look up sheepishly, as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “With a strange woman giving a tip to a band in the New York City Subway System?”

“Are you asking me or telling me, Giselle?”

“Telling you, Madame,” the young charge replied.

“Mon Dieu,” an exasperated Madame Le Tron exclaimed. “Mon petite Cherie, if you could just simply tell me how all of the has come about….”

Giselle just shook her head and cried even harder.

Managing Mike rolled forward and intoned in his ever-familiar mechanical voice, “Madame, if you would allow me?”

Then he whirred, pinged, buzzed, and binged, all the while producing a typewritten letter which read as follows:

Dear Lady Gaga,

      We are a small business known as Le Tron ~ “Toys With a Twist!”  We are writing this letter to share with you what our business is about and our ideas for how our business could involve you.

      My Guardian and I created this business about two years ago.  What we do is take old and often discarded toys and transform them into artwork.  We take something generic and make it unique, giving it its own story of how it came to be this way as it was “recycled.”  Our storyline behind the business revolves around a couple characters,  Madame Le Tron, my guardian, and her teenage assistant Giselle (that’s me), who rescue these toys, and with their staff of robot friends known as “recycle-trons,” save them.

      We’ve had several muses who have inspired us.  A significant muse is the film The Rocky Horror Picture Show.  We see the idea of the creation of life through our “recycle-trons.”  We want our company to embody an androgyny similar to the character Frank N Furter, which draws people of all kinds in.  Dolls aren’t just for girls.  We see you as this kind of inspiration because you have successfully created this kind of atmosphere for your “little monsters.”

      Your current trajectory is already legendary, and we believe that you are going to be known as the Sir Elton John of my generation.  You have already made ground-breaking headway into the future with your entire Born This Way movement.  You understand the importance of people who don’t fit the social norm, and like Le Tron, you take these people in and transform them into something they are proud to be.  We believe that it is coming time for your major mark in the “Pop” Rock Opera world as well.  So we have conceived a “Pop” Rock Opera with you and your body of work in mind; The Artpopalypse could be a perfect vehicle toward the greatness of Tommy and others before you. 

We attended your Born This Way Ball in 2013. The experience solidified our idea that we wanted to work with you.  We currently have tickets to your Artpop Ball in St. Paul, Minnesota, on May 20^th.  While you are in town we would love to meet with you for a few minutes and explain our ideas in further detail. You can also learn more at http://www.facebook.com/whereisdeadeddie.

We feel you are the only person whose talent, background, and willingness to break boundaries can pull off an idea such as this.

We look forward to hearing from you and hope we can meet with you when you are in St. Paul in May.

Sincerely,

Giselle

Contact me at madameletron@gmail.com

“Mon Dieu!”  Madame Le Tron exclaimed yet again.

“Are you angry with me?” asked Giselle in a very small voice.

“Non, Mon Cherie, qui est impressionant. You know that I am in complete agreement with you on this.  I am, however, still confused as to how this explains where Dead Eddie is, and why is he in New Your City with some strange woman?”

The recyletron Ghoulish Gordon came forth and printed across his screen, “I Am To Blame!”

Giselle explained, “Ghoulish and I sent him to Lady Gaga’s father’s restaurant to try to get our idea to Lady Gaga. That was on May 8^th. We received this photo via text with the message, ‘Next stop Artpop Ball, May 20, the Excel Center, St. Paul – Section 105 – Row 8 – Seat 11. Give me a shout-out –Dead Eddie.' ”

“C’est tout?” inquired Madame LeTron.

“Qui, Madame. Now what do we do?”  asked Giselle, as she started to cry again.

“Go to that concert and hope to meet him there!” stated Madame. “For you know Giselle,  ‘All will be well in the wonderful world of Le Tron.’ And you know why, do you not?”

“Because we are the ones who rescue the 

toys?”  Giselle replied with the slightest of smiles. 

“And write the stories,” beamed Madame Le Tron.

And it was and ever will be!

Au revoir!

Tune in next Friday at 3pm to find out just what happens next Mon Amies...