mrzablowdowski

Secret Location #3
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I worked in a dinner theatre that featured stars from the golden years of stage and screen. A dinner theatre in a small northern town. A dinner theatre that catered to plumbing supply contractors. At the edge of the universe where stars fade away. Stars die.

Stars, in the warmest way. Most. Lost for a name. Lost for the name most known for. Or the name of the series. Or flicker of movie. In a galaxy of stars, most are not tracked on the "what ever happened to" special entertainment report. A celebrity. A face. The way I like to remember it.

Part way into the run. Successful show. I started. Later to learn a strange alchemy the reason for a radical adjustment in cast and crew. A volatile mix of characters thrown together in the crucible. Under pressure. On fire. Explosive.

A star. On his way down. You don't need to know who. You'd laugh. From the hotel suite. Float. Fly. A mile high. Or just ready to rip. Down and nasty. Staff in the green room. You bet. The mood. The mode of operation. The substance. The abuse. No matter how you lay your money. The star would flip. Only thing sure, he was paranoid.