In a blind car chase trying to avoid an overdue payment you swerved through Sunset Blvd right into Norma Desmond's driveway...

And in a strange series of events you became the old star's boytoy.

You felt awful for her. She clearly longed for her golden days of her past starring in her films. She was prone to depressive episodes,obsessive clingliness and delusions of still being famous. But at the same time she radiated beauty and elegance in every toss of her silky hair and serpentine move of her lithe body, she truly loved her craft and longed to make the people of the world dream again and...she was paying you for everything.

Soon she was dressing you in classy vintage suits, insisting you stay in her mansion, filling the pool for you, paying off your car...

So you stayed...and you wrote for her. You were helping her write a new screenplay with a dazzling part only she could play. She was contributing her own ideas...lots of her own ideas...and you were trying your best to refine them into something the studio might actually consider making into a film...All while a strange appreciation...if not affection grew between the two of you.

You were twenty years younger, poor and insecure...but to you? You were a star...her perfect boy. The leading man to her leading lady. Life was a movie...and now she saw you as her costar.