Exit Stage Left

One of the reasons I ditched the idea of being a publicist long ago was because of my inability to interact with "the talent." While I was at the Kennedy Center I nearly threw up on the shoes of Lynn Redgrave and swallowed my tongue when I had to deliver lunch to Stephen Sondheim. I just get too nervous to deal with it. Even being in on an interview with a nobody journalist freaked me out. And while I generally handle myself reasonably well, it's just not worth the ulcers it causes, so I do my best to avoid it as best I can.

So, all that said, part of my current job is to assist our two publicists with interviews as warranted. This rarely happens, unless there are "stars" involved, because of the demands on their time, as well as their requirements for the interviews. We have a show opening tonight called Legends! starring Joan Collins and Linda Evans, of "Dynasty" fame. Since I was just three when the show began airing I can honestly--and proudly--say that I've never seen it, nor do I have an inclination to Netflix the series on DVD. Joan is now in her early 70's, Linda in her late 60's, too old to be my Mom, too young to be my Grandmother and so I'm sitting here this afternoon, not working on one of the eight shows we currently have on-sale, but wondering what ever I will say to Linda Evans when I go to pick her up at her hotel tomorrow and bring her back to the theatre for interviews. And, perhaps more importantly, I'm trying to avoid eating so that I will not be tempted to throw up all over a bona fide television star while riding in a limousine.