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But J.P. was. The things he had Andrew and Stacey saying in his play…I mean, they’re things J.P. and I have actually said to each other…and J.P. has the actors in his play saying them completely out of context!
For instance, there is a scene where Princess Rhea drinks a beer and does a sexy dance and totally embarrasses herself in front of her ex-boyfriend.
Which, okay, totally happened.
But shouldn’t that be something that stays private between a boyfriend and a girlfriend? Did J.P. have to go and share that with everyone we know (even if everyone we know pretty much already knows about it)?
And J.P. has J.R. nobly standing by the princess’s side and supporting her (despite the sexy dancing, which I guess is supposed to make everyone hate her and think she’s such a slut and all). Right now there’s a scene going on where Stacey Cheeseman is tearfully explaining to Andrew Lowenstein that she could understand it if he didn’t want to be with her, because he’ll never be able to have a normal life with her, what with a
ll the beer swilling and sexy dancing and the fact that there’ll always be paparazzi chasing them around. And then if they were ever to get married (!!!!), of course he’ll have to become a prince, and lose all his anonymity, and as royal consort, he’ll always have to walk five feet behind her and never be allowed to drive race cars.
But Andrew Lowenstein is saying, in a very patient voice as he holds Stacey Cheeseman’s hand and looks lovingly into her eyes, that he doesn’t care, he just loves her so much, he’d be willing to suffer any indignity for her, even her sexy dancing and his having to become a prince….
Oh, and now everyone is clapping like crazy as the curtain falls, and J.P. is joining the cast as they come out to take their bows….
I just…I just don’t get it. I mean…his play is about us.
Only not really. Half the stuff in it didn’t even technically happen the way he has it happening.
Can you do that?
I guess so. He just did.
Wednesday, May 3, 11 p.m., the loft
Dear Author,
Thank you for submitting your manuscript, Ransom Your Heart, with Tremaine Publications. Although your work shows promise, we don’t feel we have a place for it at this time. We apologize for the fact that, due to the volume of submissions we receive, we cannot give you a more detailed critique of your work. Thank you for thinking of Tremaine!
Sincerely,
Tremaine Publications
Thanks for nothing, Tremaine Publications.
Anyway, J.P.’s play was a huge success.
Of course, he passed the senior projects committee with flying colors.
But that’s not all:
Sean Penn wants to option it.
Which basically means Sean Penn—Sean Penn—wants to make A Prince Among Men into a movie.
Which I’m totally happy about. Don’t get me wrong. I’m thrilled for J.P.
And there are already so many movies about my life. What’s one more, right?
It’s just…WHEN IS IT GOING TO BE MY TURN?
Seriously. When is someone going to recognize something I’ve done? Other than bring democracy to a small European nation, which frankly no one seems to care about.
I don’t mean to whine (which I know is hilarious, because it’s basically all I ever do in my journal), but for God’s sake. I don’t think it’s fair that a guy can write a play (which is basically a huge chunk of MY life that he’s more or less STOLEN), throw it up onto a stage, then get a movie deal with Sean Penn.
Whereas I slave—yes, slave—over a book for months, and I can’t even get a publisher to look at it.
Come on!
