Madonna, looking purposeful on the London set of the thing she is directing, Filth And Wisdom:
Madonna relaxing on the set of the thingy, ignoring a horrible reality...
She senses a problem. Her mood quickly shifts. "Call me, XO" she is saying.
[ringy ringy ringy]
M: 'allo, XO?
XO: Esther. The shoes are beyond makeshift. Beyond fugly. The song, Hey Poo, is a full-scale assult on my elegance.
XO: Sorry luv, Kylie's on the Blackberry. Laters.
[click. dial tone.]
M: 'allo? XO? Zut alors!
M: [sob! sob! to lackeys] He doesn't like my shoes or my charitable acts!
Lackey: But M'am, poets and prophets envy you!
Madonna's mood shifts again...
M: [sob! sob!] Wot!? Have my cast killed. One. By. One.