The Not-Amber-Heard Diaries with Camille Vasquez: I Take the Stand
It’s testimony day! The day I take the stand and show the world my “truth”
Today was my testimony. I did it! My ̶s̶t̶o̶r̶y̶ truth is out there. It felt like I was auditioning to save my life. You can’t teach that type of performance; it’s in your bones. Even I believed me. I was electric. It poured out of me — until that Camilla Vasquez bitch kept interrupting my flow: “objection: hearsay. Objection: foundation.” A girl needs some room to fly.
My only worry is the dry-cry. Was it enough? If only I could have squeezed a few out…a trickle… Wet cries are clinchers; dry cries hang in the balance. I don’t know what it is… funerals, break ups, Louis-Vuitton fakes — nothing! Dry as the Sahara. I see other women blubbering over a fucking sunset or their child’s first birthday. Maybe i’m made different… Stronger. Or maybe i’m dead inside… J.D. was a crier — a big, old ball of emotion.
My defence think I overdid my description of the carpet. I never liked that carpet. Good fiction needs details. Details lubricate the sale. And shitty carpets need to be exposed.
I synched with the jury early on; Always address the jury, rather than the lawyer, to gauge their reaction and build a relationship with them. They are your…
