I saw this coming. Just because Ariana Grande looks like an Anime character who’s been brought to life Frankenstein-style doesn’t mean that, deep down, she’s not a cold blooded killer. You can’t come up with a better plot twist than this; become an A-lister and then go on a massive murdering rampage. It’s M. Night Shyamalan’s ultimate wet dream.
” Grande, who now lives in Los Angeles, says she was “a very weird little girl” growing up in Boca Raton, Fla.: “Dark and deranged. I always wanted to have skeleton face paint on or be wearing a Freddy Krueger mask, and I would carry a hockey stick around. I was like a mini-Helena Bonham Carter.” Sitting in the cavelike lounge we’ve retreated to in downtown L.A., she looses a throaty, almost maniacal laugh. “For my fifth birthday party we had a Jaws theme and all my friends left crying. I mean, I still am that way. But when I was little it was more concerning. There was a stage, when I was 3 or 4, where my mom thought I might grow up to be a serial killer.”
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