The Price of Fame.

[Kitosdad]

OK, let me just admit, right from the start, that I made a very big mistake when I allowed fame to turn my head. Success will do that to most people, and my old friend Mr.Turner had the good sense to know that. He avoided fame, whilst I, being the fool that I am,embraced it.

It all started a few years ago when I took a DJ position at a local night-spot. My routine and quick patter made me an instant hit with the night-club crowd.Very soon my fame spread to other areas, and the club became a magnet for late-night entertainment. All too soon I found myself tiring of this small-town audience, and when I was approached by a local radio station to do my own show, I accepted without hesitation.

My girl-friend Rita was not too happy with my growing public acclaim, and she complained about my frequent absences, so to assure her that I was not cheating on her, we got married. I did love Rita,and we remained a couple for over five years. In this time we became parents to two beautiful children, and all around us was rosy, or so it seemed.

We bought a house in the country, just to escape the constant problem of fans hanging around our house in the city.
The trouble really began when I was offered a contract to appear on television, and after that one appearance I was offered a long contract to produce my own show.
Big fees. Star guests, and all the publicity that the network could throw at me.
Of course I was flattered with all of this attention, what young guy wouldn't be?

The big sore point came when the network suggested that I stay in the city all of the week, and provided me with a penthouse apartment. I readily accepted, never thinking that Rita wouldn't want this. After a big argument it was agreed that I should stay alone in the penthouse and Rita would stay in the country house.

At first it was OK, and I would phone home each evening, but slowly the pressure of work and the long hours finally got to us both. The calls became less frequent, and the absences grew longer and longer.

The inevitable finally happened and I started to see girls after the show had finished for the night. At first it was just one, then two, and finally I threw all caution to the wind and eventually my secret love-life became headline news.
Upon seeing the pictures in the newspaper Rita told me not to bother coming back to the house. We were finished! She packed all of my clothes and sent them to the penthouse address.

It took a further two years for my career to steadily decline.The television contract was not renewed, so I fell back into radio broadcasting, but I'd lost my public appeal and the station's ratings continued to stagnate.My contract there was prematurely terminated, and once more I found myself doing odd spots as a night-club DJ.

I turned to drink, as all failures do, and very soon my good looks started to show the extent of my drinking.To make matters worse I developed a paunch and my hair started to thin on top!

The night club manager was very sympathetic when he told me that my services were no longer required. Once more I am unemployed, with no future prospects at all, and living is a small apartment.

In desperation I decided to call my enstranged wife Rita, in the hopes that we might patch things up once again, but it appears that she has already found a nice guy, and the kids are calling him Dad.

So, there you go. Nobody to blame but myself and Dame Fortune. She gives with one hand, and takes away with the other.

Kitos.
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[Gray]

So, the problem here is to choose. He chose the fame over his wife and children.
Fame or even success in monetary terms -- certainly not the life.
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