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.

So...you stayed. Began to ignore other friends and work...Your life was her now. The blue of her pool, the faded glitz of her ballroom, the dim light in her eyes. You turned down an invitation to a work New Years Eve party to spend it with Norma.

She giggles as you whirl her around an empty but polished ballroom. A little silver party hat adorably on her head. She grins, girlishly and holds you possessively. She's twice your age...and a little crazy. But you can't deny it makes you feel good.

She smiles and holds you tighter. "It's almost midnight, darling." She purrs, running a hand through your hair, toussling it. "What a perfect year we're going to have...together. Just you and me~"