What Have You Heard Lately?

When I think about fame, I wonder at the true stories behind the people that we see in the media every day. Sure, we could learn everything about them from when they first went to a nude beach all the way to what happened in their honeymoon suite. Isn't it just great that the media can report on these human interest stories that everyone always wants to know about?

No, I don't really care about those things. However, I often wonder how a performer really feels, right before they go on stage, or what's going through their mind when they miss that one note that only they know they missed. What is it they really care about aside from their careers? Anything, anyone, or is there nothing for them except what they do? For some, I'm sure it's that way.

I'm not sure how I'm going to find my fame, yet, but I have a few ideas. To me, though, the thought of fame is a wonderful thing where I'm friendly, easily approachable, and nice to my fans. I actually tell people the truth about my life so that any digging won't bring up any surprises to me or my fans. In fact, the way I view it, those that thrive on digging through the garbage to find out the smallest scrap about a celebrity can have exactly what they really want: The Secret.

You know what my Secret is? My big, dark, horrible Secret?

I'm scared of the dark. Yup. I'm scared that when it's dark, something else shares the room with me. I push my imagination into overdrive, and sometimes the thing in the room with me is a flesh-rotting zombie, reaching out for me, trying to devour me, and sometimes the thing in the dark is simply a person, waiting to pounce. Always, though, the thing sharing the dark with me has better vision, more acuity. I'm always at a disadvantage.

Yeah. That's my big Secret. The thing I'm most ashamed of. Seriously. I've just never led a very shameful life, I suppose.

And really, is that so wrong?

There, paparazzi, you have my secret. Plaster it across the Times.