Blind Item #8 - Opening Monologue - The Dancing Boy

My name is (my stage name), but readers of Crazy Days and Nights blog will know me as the dancing boy. I was born (my given name) on (my date of birth) in (the location of my birth) – one day after and half a world apart from the coup d'etat in Afghanistan, an event which would upend the life of the man who later did the same to mine. He was a doctor - a former doctor to the Afghan royal family, in fact, dismissed over allegations he had abused one of their own - and the country's leading procurer of dancing boys. He traveled the countryside in a Land Rover falsely emblazoned with red crosses, vaccinating children and setting broken bones for free. His true purpose though was the recruitment of boys into the service of wealthy men, at home and abroad. He lured them with the promise of schooling, bought them from impoverished parents, and – if no one was around – just took them, the defiant ones at gun point, and in chains. Always, they ended up as household slaves, and unwitting entertainers, serially abused by the patriarch, prime minister, or permanent A list celebrity who had purchased them. On the date of my birth, at a checkpoint outside Kabul, agents of the new regime arrested the doctor on charges of treason. It was the first he had heard of the monarchy's fall. Then and there he vowed to go to Hollywood, recruiting – with the promise of fame and fortune, this time – a new generation of dancing boys. He would make good on that pledge, and I would become one of them – a dancing boy of Hollywood.