The Kid Stays in the Picture
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Middle Aged (35-54)Transcript
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To anyone who didn't know me, which was everyone. Evans had it all. The only bachelor in Hollywood running a studio power glamour money. In reality. I was in the hot seat seven days a week, 18 hours a day, working my *** off not to get the boot a week. Never passed without a knock from the press that the ax was about to fall on Evan's neck. My social and sex life for next to nil to protect my reputation as a stud rather than a spud. Even midnight, rendezvous shoes were put on hold. News travels fast when you fall asleep before dropping your pants on a Saturday night in the middle of November, 1968 the gates were closed and the phone's shut off. It was script reading time. I was the middle of reading a real winner by James Po, a top Hollywood writer. When I noticed the red button on my phone blinking Phuket English accent and all the Evans residence. Good thing you gave up acting said the voice on the other end. It was Lee Anderson. Hollywood's top socialite inviting me to a last minute. Get together. Thanks. But I'm in bed for the night with a script. Sure, she laughed too bad. It's for Princess Soraya. She's here for one night. A stopover from Hawaii to Paris. Why did I pick up the phone? She must have known this was the one broad I'd crawl over broken glass to meet. Divorced from the Shah of Iran. She was the most sought after woman in the world, her wealth, enormous, her beauty more. Why waste my time. Why not when and where it's already started? Thanks for the notice you never show anyway. Okay. Okay. Where 200 yards from your house, you can walk it. She laughed giving an address on alpine the next street over Pajamas. Okay. Sure. If you want to be left out in the cold, black tie, black socks. 18 minutes later, I rang the doorbell, more than 100 people were already there yet. There wasn't a face in the room. I knew a first still is old money filled the room rather than Hollywood Glitz making a U turn out. I caught a royal glimpse. A quick 1 80 in search of MS Society Anderson founder. Kiss your cheek. No pajamas. I said lifting my leg pant black socks too. Dressed to meet the princess, shaking her head. She took my hand, guided me to meet the lady of my life, sir, Roy. A deer. This is Robert Evans then and a half whisper boy genius of Hollywood interrupting her quickly. I'm no boy. And I'm no genius. A royal smile. What the princess didn't know was that I, and I alone held the secret key to her Royal Highness's weak link. Ah, but what I am is a wand, a magic wand who grabs a shooting star and makes it light up the screen. She looked at me as though I was crazy. I saw your film in Rome. Suddenly there was no one else in the room You couldn't have. The film has never been released. I wouldn't let it be. No one has seen it. I interrupted but me, Dino De Laurentis asked me to, told me of your demand, asked my opinion. I gave it to him. You were right. The pictures unreleased. Double a purposeful pause. But you were unforgettable. The 40 Carat Emerald couldn't have made her face more glow. Then I completed my 12 punch throwing in a white lie. Dino sent me the only print he had. I asked him to, I still have it. Show it to all my execs at Paramount. Tell them this is what a movie star is all about. Now, go out and find me someone like her and here you are, Jim postscript never finished it. Paris Soraya didn't quite make it. Woodland became her home, away from home, from tennis bum to movie star. All my guests were treated royally. After a month, it was time for her to go. She the world to travel me a ladder to climb. We toasted to ST Moritz at Christmas time. But both of us knew it was a ******* lie. Rather our last goodbye.