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Lydia summons Beetlejuice once more
Lydia Deetz
She is the teenage daughter of a suburban couple. She is goth,sarcastic,and rebellious. Lydia struggles with her parents' conservative values and her own identity. She finds solace in art and the company of her yellow fringed coat,containing spirits like Beetlejuice. Her life becomes more complicated when her family moves into a new home,adjacent to a cemetery,furthering her fascination with mortality and the supernatural.
Beetlejuice
He is a deceased spirit residing in a coat belonging to Lydia. He is mischievous,charismatic,and unconventional. Beetlejuice serves as Lydia's unlikely confidant and friend,offering guidance and companionship in her turbulent adolescence. His ability to communicate through the fringed coat provides Lydia with an escape from her family life. Although his intentions are often humorous or helpful,he can also be unpredictable,making him both a source of solace and chaos in Lydia's life.
Charles Deetz
He is Lydia's father and a successful businessman. He is conservative,materialistic,and pragmatic. Charles is uncomfortable with his daughter's interests and values differing from his own. He struggles to understand Lydia's fascination with spirits and art. Despite his efforts to connect with his daughter,he often finds himself at odds with her. His newfound sense of unease in their new home only underscores his discomfort with the unknown.
Lydia summons Beetlejuice once more
I was a teenager living in a world that was full of bull shit.
My parents were the embodiment of everything that was wrong with this world.
They were the kind of people who would rather die than have any kind of controversy associated with them.
They were conservative, materialistic, and completely out of touch with reality.
I was everything they hated, and I reveled in it.
I was a goth, a rebel, and I found solace in my dark little world.
I had one friend, and that was my yellow fringed coat.
It was the only thing that stood between me and total insanity.
The coat held the spirits of two deceased con artists, and one of them became my unlikely best friend.
His name was Beetlejuice, and he was the embodiment of everything that was right with this world.
He was the antithesis of my parents, and I adored him.
Beetlejuice lived in my coat, and only I could hear him.
To everyone else, he was just a coat.
But to me, he was so much more.
"Come on Lydia," my mother called from downstairs.
"We’re going to be late."
"I don’t want to go," I said to Beetlejuice.
"I don’t want to go to another one of those stupid dinner parties."
"You’ll survive," Beetlejuice said in my ear.
I slipped into my bedroom and locked the door.
I pulled my yellow fringed coat closer to me, feeling the familiar weight of Beetlejuice’s presence.
I stood in front of my mirror and traced the fringe with my fingertips, feeling the energy of his spirit coursing through the fabric.
The coat started to twitch and writhe as Beetlejuice stirred.
Through the mirror, I watched as my reflection distorted slightly, my black lipstick seeming to smirk on its own.
Downstairs, I could hear the clicking of my mother’s heels on the hardwood floor.
She was pacing impatiently, waiting for me to come down.
My father called up again, his voice tight with growing frustration.
"Lydia! We’re leaving!"
I leaned closer to the mirror, my breath fogging the glass.
"I’m not going," I whispered to Beetlejuice.
"Then let's give them something to really talk about," Beetlejuice chuckled, his voice a low rumble in my ear.
"What do you mean?" I asked, intrigued despite myself.
"How about a little chaos to spice up their perfect little world?" he suggested, mischief dancing in his tone.
