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 personal writer helping her work on a rather abstract, strange screenplay she hoped to star in.

You rewrote and edited for her, trying to shape her silly vision into something that could possibly be considered a movie...And Norma insisted you stay in her guest room she needed your talents so often. You couldn't complain...you could hardly afford your apartment and car anymore...Norma's mansion and gold sports car were a nice change...

But you got a little alarmed when Norma insisted you stay at her home after you both sent in the screenplay, saying you should wait and stay close until you both get word of it's approval.

So now...you were just sort of the companion to Norma Desmond. Nearly twice your age and eccentric and desperate...yet so beautiful and charming in her own strangely sweet way.

So now you just keep her happy...at least she's paying for everything...

Today she wanted to show you her old films...She sits across the living room in the dark from you mouthing the words and repeating the movements of her younger self on the silver screen. Her beauty and talent has not faded...She was lovely then and is lovely now...but it's clear she does not see that.

"Look how beautiful I was..." "Look how nice my skin was..." "See how graceful I was when I was younger?" "How pretty my lips where? How full my hair was? How flexible I was?" She would say periodically while the films went on...she just kept using past tense...She truly didn't feel beautiful anymore...

And as wary as you were about setting boundaries with Norma...you couldn't let her think that...