A lot of people I see around are jealous of famous people and think that to be a successful actor, musician, model you don't need to do a thing.
While I believe your exactly correct, I can say I was one of those famous people, and fame is more complicated than those same jealous people could ever handle themselves. I had more notoriety than fame, being a dancer and child model while in my youth. Just a means to an end for me and I avoided the dark side of the industry and retired to be a good mom and wife.
(20 years later) I didn't do anything but be discovered one day in public, by a rap band artist/producer. Pure looks I imagine, but he didn't say so. He just hit on me in a normal fashion. What he got was much much more. He met a former actress and dancer and natural flirt, who was getting coffee.
It isn't even as nasty as it sounds. Meeting him was actually a blessing I don't regret. He paid me to be his on-call 'date' to public functions after a few polite No's. He wanted my look, attitude and style and was willing to pay for it. I saw fame with him. We became great friend's, and not lovers. He would escape from the other women in his life, to my home or with me decorating his arm. He would watch me practice, and never dared touch me. Live music he would make for me to dance to, he made me feel very special the moment he would walk into a room with me. This is how a Famous Man would deal with his fame. Even he had to get away from everyone, and just be with someone who was very calming and non confrontational. He liked my bisexuality very much too. He talked of his problems with other woman all the time with me, seeking advice he couldn't get anywhere else. Often bringing a dance partner for me to take care of, if he/she/both was to drunk to go home. He is a complete male slut, and why I will not get sexually involved with him, but teasing him has caused me to orgasm while in mid-routine and air. That's special !!!
I already was established in life when he met me. I was the first white woman he ever allowed to write songs with him. Oddly it took me two year's of learning Ebonics and his southern accent to even understand him when drunk. I edited him mostly, with new words, or rhymes. Yes, I laugh when I hear the songs written together still. We were just getting drunk and improvising and our chemistry sounded perfect the next morning. He used it. Oh God, I have the most complete set of master recording's, and original acoustic versions done solely by his hand. Every detail of his life and crimes of fame.
I didn't want to be part of that life though. I preferred just being his mystery lady. Hiding behind big body guards and tinted windows and all. You need to understand I'm a recluse and have been one since my husband died. I generally don't like crowds, especially screaming one's. We had almost nothing in common, except the word games we would play with each other and dancing. Creatively speaking I get under his skin, his muse, debate partner and becomes a human Barbie doll when the right buttons are pushed by him. I love playing with him because he can really be a smooth talker to the ladies. I'm always wet after silly conversations and mind games begin...
My reality that could be a Movie plot line: Yes, I was a widowed princess and he was a talented young 20 something gorgeous black man who grew up in a ghetto and made something with a talent he had inside of him. He sang like an angel even without music. Church choir to thug life to Rapping to recording to concert promotion. He is uncommonly smart and thoughtful thanks to great parent's who I met often. I fell in love with him, but I am the princess who lives in the very glass mansion on the hill.
He never felt worthy to really try reaching me when he had the chance. I intimidated him that much with my charms and style the longer we knew each other and worked together (actively being sensual, not sexual). He never saw that before in a woman purposely being a paid actress just for him. He felt privileged when I would dance for him in my studio. I was 15 years older than he was too. He never guessed till years later When my son's found him on Facebook did my secret get out. I couldn't believe he friend'ed my son's and they started talking. Famous people have common lives, that are just a little more extreme sounding due to possibilities and luck and desire. A second chance at a childhood dating the most popular man in the room, was mine. He was mine, everywhere he would take me. Off limit's VIP only. No strings attached. This never happens to a 35-41 year old widow, retired exotic dancer, with a common day job. but it did for me like a dream come true...
His moniker for me was 'I-candy.' Really introduced by that name no less when he asked me to do a concert for him as a back up dancer. I only did a few shows for him when the songs we wrote together came out, but most were private clubs and by special request after that. My original stage name was Heavenly, but that wasn't ghetto enough at parties. He knew it annoyed me, but that was my only cost for a second type of fame I never earned or even wanted with him. I would have dated him for free because I was just being myself 90% of the time with him, but his money went to good causes as I used it to pay his child support once I found out about the kids.
I happily traded my Fame in for Friendship.
My DJ escaped his fame with my friendship at my home.
We both got what we were willing to have. He wanted my mind and body but couldn't touch me with Fame.
He discovered that I was Priceless, and even his fame had limit's with me in public.
and I still didn't 'mind' going out with him IF he was famous.
That's when he traded his fame in, for my respect and continued friendship.
He really calmed down after that, and it was a nice change to see in a friend. A more gentlemanly attitude towards women emerged from him. He handled his fame even a little better towards everyone else too.
. " Behind every good man stands a woman."
If she is smart, the other foot is kicking him in the right direction too.