Once upon a time, there lived a couple who wanted a child very much. After years, a baby girl was born, although she was thought to be a miracle. They lovingly named here Isabelle Darcia after her grandmother.
Soon after the birth of the baby, the new parents, Jarvis and Zinnia, went to a disco tech. While there, they met 13 very unusual dancers who claimed to be psychics. Zinnia figured they might be entertaining, so she invited them over.
One of the dancers accidentally got left at the disco tech. This infuriated her because it was her car the psychics took and she had no way of getting home. She called a taxi and gave the driver Zinnia's address.
Back at the house, the twelve psychics were booing and goo-going, making absolute fools of themselves over Isabelle, whom they thought was the loveliest baby they had ever seen. One by one they each gave her a magical power, but before the last one spoke, the very angry psychic stormed through the door.
"Thanks a lot!" she screamed. "I drove you to the disco tech and this is what I get for it. For your inconsiderate actions, this baby will pay! On her 15th birthday she will catch her skin in a rusty zipper, contract tetanus, and die." She rushed out the door, car keys in hand. They heard her tires squeal as she zipped out the driveway.
Everyone was too stunned to speak. Then the last psychic stepped up. "I can not remove the spell, but I can alter it," she said. "The child will not die, but will fall into a deep sleep lasting twenty years."
And so it happened. Isabelle grew to be quite a beauty and possessed all the qualities the psychics had given her. On her 15th birthday she was looking through her mother's old hippie clothes when she spotted the perfect lime-green mini-dress to wear to her party.
Isabelle went back to her room and fixed her hair. She took the dress off the hanger and slipped into it. The rusty zipper stuck as she tried to zip it. She yanked and tugged. When it finally moved, it caught a small section of her fair white skin.
Before she knew it, she fell to her bed, fast asleep. Everything in the house stopped. Te wind didn't blow the windchimes, and no birds sang in the yard for twenty years. Ivy grew up the sides of the house, nearly hiding it from view.
Exatly twenty years after the day the lovely hippie chick fell into her melancholy slumber, Billy, a young punkrocker, happened to be strolling down the shady lane that lead to the mysterious, ivy covered house. He spotted it and wondered what secret the ivy could possibly be hiding. Many a brave man had tried to break through the ivy to awaken the beautiful disaster that was trapped somewhere behind those brick walls. Each one had failed, finding that nothing, not even a chainsaw, could break through the ivy.
This day was different, though. As Billy walked up the driveway and to the door, the ivy parted in front of him. He stepped over the threshold and was startled by the musty smell that a house can only get from not breathing fresh air for twenty years. He wandered through the house until he finally came upon the room where slept the damsel in distress. He was taken by her beauty. She was 35 but didn't look a day past 15.
Without even realizing what he was doing, he leaned over and gently kissed her. Her eyes opened to see the handsome man that had saved her from her infinitely sad dreams. The house seemed to come alive again. The windchimes danced in the wind and the birds sang their sweet songs. The ivy receded to the ground from which it came.
William Edward and Isabelle Darcia fell in love and soon were married. Billy's band made it big once "Darcy" became the bass player.
And that's how the Smashing Pumpkins came to be. But that's another story...