The noise is deafening, the crowd is ecstatic, flashes and shouts disrupting reality as I step out of the limo. As I stand, the noise gets louder and I smile, greeting them humbly, as humbly as possible. It started when I created the character of Brewster Marcus, billionaire playboy gone completely psycho. The first screenplay I wrote made me noxious and I vomited daily as I wrote it. They read it. They loved it. They made it. They bought it. 300 million box office cash opening weekend, broke records. After I was revived from shock I greedily sat in my office once again and regurgitated a sequel. Bing bang boom, 260 million. I literally swam in my own cash, just to try it out. This is what I wanted. ever since I saw my first film. I knew I had it in me. Writing is my passion. But Brewster Marcus? He is not who I wanted it to be. I wanted the man that makes me famous to be intelligent, reach people intellectually. But hey, I want to be rich, so I give them what they want. 2008-05-15T15:52:08Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/30316 <p>Nice dichotomy here. He both loves and hates himself and there is no middle ground. Any ability to express himself intellectually is directly opposed and superseded by his greed.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30316?basename=62506 2008-05-15T15:52:08Z Steve Fairweather http://ficlets.com/authors/fairweather12 <p>Very nice skewering of the whole, sordid fame cycle and what we sacrifice to get what we think we want. Loved the lines about writing it and vomiting daily during the process.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30316?basename=61948 2008-05-13T00:42:44Z THX 0477 http://ficlets.com/authors/thx_0477 <p>The game of Hollywood, they can ruin a script and a writers vison.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30316?basename=61930 2008-05-12T23:59:03Z Kermitgorf http://ficlets.com/authors/kermitgorf