Another one on the d/l, and you're just about the first to hear of it, but the very, very first dancing boy project is going to be a filmed (on location, ten minute) one act called (tentatively), "Truth or Dare: A Dancing Boy Production." (That play I mentioned in recent weeks is actually turning out to be feature length.)
It opens in the present day, with two certain actors - a man and a woman (who will be playing my likeness's parents in the past tense, and themselves, basically, in the present) - arriving at my house from LA, a bulletproof briefcase handcuffed to one of them. In it contains a videotape, which we proceed to watch.
Cut to...1990, and a party full of Hollywood kids. My young likeness, already half-drunk, is taken aside by my blackmailer (played by a certain young Canadian actor), and coerced into playing truth or dare (under threat of being outed - he'd stolen my high school journal, where I've recorded many of my secrets). The truth? What took place during the production of this movie I had starred in (dancing boy blind item #1). The dare? That, again - the dance (unbeknownst to me, my former agent is present, and he is the one really behind the blackmail - the idea is that he'll cut me a deal for violating the NDA, allowing him to have his way with me until I turn 18). But, two of my friends - who also happen to be members of this secret global elite, Hollywood branch - step in, and steal the tape.
I don't remember any of this, of course, as I blacked out a short while later. But it's after seeing this tape, and what they did on my behalf, that I know I can trust them with my darkest secret - what happened in hospital, perpetrated by the five members of the industry satanic cult. (This is when/how it's first revealed, but not in this case dramatized.) The bad guys waste no time in making an attempt on my life - all of ours really - firebombing my home; we all barely escape, and most of my wordly possessions are lost. In the end, I have no choice now but to go forward with my story. As a wise man once said, in that first book about wasted youth, "you can't go back."
PS Forgot to mention: the truth or dare game was being filmed by one of those present (hence the tape). Also, my former agent was not just present, but literally in the (bedroom) closet at the time, watching through a crack.
It opens in the present day, with two certain actors - a man and a woman (who will be playing my likeness's parents in the past tense, and themselves, basically, in the present) - arriving at my house from LA, a bulletproof briefcase handcuffed to one of them. In it contains a videotape, which we proceed to watch.
Cut to...1990, and a party full of Hollywood kids. My young likeness, already half-drunk, is taken aside by my blackmailer (played by a certain young Canadian actor), and coerced into playing truth or dare (under threat of being outed - he'd stolen my high school journal, where I've recorded many of my secrets). The truth? What took place during the production of this movie I had starred in (dancing boy blind item #1). The dare? That, again - the dance (unbeknownst to me, my former agent is present, and he is the one really behind the blackmail - the idea is that he'll cut me a deal for violating the NDA, allowing him to have his way with me until I turn 18). But, two of my friends - who also happen to be members of this secret global elite, Hollywood branch - step in, and steal the tape.
I don't remember any of this, of course, as I blacked out a short while later. But it's after seeing this tape, and what they did on my behalf, that I know I can trust them with my darkest secret - what happened in hospital, perpetrated by the five members of the industry satanic cult. (This is when/how it's first revealed, but not in this case dramatized.) The bad guys waste no time in making an attempt on my life - all of ours really - firebombing my home; we all barely escape, and most of my wordly possessions are lost. In the end, I have no choice now but to go forward with my story. As a wise man once said, in that first book about wasted youth, "you can't go back."
PS Forgot to mention: the truth or dare game was being filmed by one of those present (hence the tape). Also, my former agent was not just present, but literally in the (bedroom) closet at the time, watching through a crack.
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ReplyDeleteThere'll be lines around the block for this no doubt.
ReplyDeleteTIGER WOODS!
ReplyDeleteTranslation please!!
ReplyDeleteNEVER understood the English term “my likeness”, is it legalese?
DeleteIt's someone who looks or sounds (i.e. singer) close enough to the person that you can sue them for essentially portraying you for money without paying you and getting your approval. People have to pay to make money off of your name and likeness. They can't just play you in a commercial or movie.
DeleteWhat the hell. 😱😱😱😱
DeleteThanks for explaining that. That’s like... Facial plagiarism. Or something. Damn creepy.
Yeah DB whatever😣lots of great projects in the works, none will ever see the light of day
ReplyDeleteAt least it's he last post of the day leaving this as an open post for anyone and anything. What's for dinner people? I'm making a pot of Italian ribs with rice and a nice salad.
ReplyDeleteSo, hey, thanks for the hangover advice last time. I discovered anther hangover hack: Kombucha. Drink some before bed, and put some in my morning smoothie. Fan-freaking-tastic.
ReplyDelete10/10 would recommend.
Another hack would be to stop drinking margaritas at weddings. But Kombucha works as well.
As for dinner, it will be leftover jambalaya and baked spaghetti. It was a potluck wedding.
ReplyDeleteYeah fewer margaritas might do the trick Sara. Kombucha is an anti oxident so I can see that working too.
ReplyDeleteBagel, or English muffin?
ReplyDeleteEnglish muffins!
DeleteHAvent had bagels since 2007, i kid you not. 😔
DeleteJerk chicken from Trader Joe's is awesome!
ReplyDeleteI enjoy reading these blinds and I hope the Dancing Boy is hanging tough. Best wishes to you.
ReplyDeleteBullshit. No one likes these DBB's except DB and Enty who is too lazy these days to break real news and seems to be getting his material from the Daily Mail.
ReplyDeleteeveryone knows to reference the DM you dipshit.
DeleteAnd I like these too, joel
I don't know why but I'm getting a vibe that it's the guy named Alex from Bill & Ted
ReplyDeleteDancing boy blind’s are the worst.
ReplyDeleteI will gladly go see a Dancing Boy movie if they ever see the light of day. I know he's trying for the festival circuit. I'll road trip down to SXSW. Why not. But enough spoilers already...
ReplyDeleteHow's everybody's weekend? Young Guns and Constantine are on Netflix. Fucking love those movies. And y'all really need to see BlacKkKlansman. That ending was so powerful.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, turning-pointy, and transformative, thank you! I hope you’re was good too!
DeleteDon’t have Netflix, but I have my cats. 😍😍😍😍
I have a dear friend that has contacts throughout the entertainment industry. She was able to get her hands on this, an audition tape for one of the Dancing Boy films.
ReplyDeletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRNnU1saw3c
Oh my god, they're gorgeous!
Deletehttps://youtu.be/4CdegX9Kkgo
Fuck off FA. I'm an actual human being and like them.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking pasta salad as it's so hot out.
ReplyDeleteAnd duh on the Daily Mail. I was the first to point that out around 2010 or so.
Or better yet
ReplyDeletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbDubmfFUqc&t=188s
Bubba the Love Sponge was his agent?
ReplyDeleteDinner is chicken salad in a low carb tortilla.
ReplyDeleteJeez, Joel is cranky.
ReplyDeleteWe had a big old ham dinner yesterday so in an attempt to delay the heart attack a little bit, grilled chicken salad is on the menu tonight. A bit boring, but it will do.
I'd prefer bagels if these people!e down here knew how to make them so instead English muffins.
ReplyDeleteSunday gravy or sauce? I've always made Sunday gravy to put on my Sunday spaghetti, but it has meat in it. I believe sauce is gravy w\o meat. But regardless I still call it gravy.
We had steak and potatoes for dinner while we watch the PGA tournament. Tiger Woods! 💕 though doesn’t seem likely now. During a tournament in Charlotte earlier this spring my daughter stood next t him and his caddie for a bit, he was telling his caddie how nervous he was and how he couldn’t stop his legs from shaking. Looked solid this week.
ReplyDeleteDancing boy, name the sickos. They need to go to prison.
ReplyDeleteTiger used to be a dick but he's been humbled and is more appreciative of his lot in life now.
ReplyDeleteGeez all you guys eating dinner it's barely 7pm on the east coast!!
ReplyDeleteBut I'm single and will probably shuffle down to the street to get some food from the $$/lb joint around the corner. Ah ya, city living.
Sandybrook's dinner sounds pretty tasty, I'd love to try your sketti gravy. :)
We had steak and fresh picked corn from a small farm very close to where we live. Basically the guy grows corn and tomatoes in his back yard and sells it. I live in a metro area and felt lucky to find this guy. The corn was delicious.
ReplyDeleteTiny dancer, you had a busy day today.
ReplyDeleteI was out & about so I made a run to the border...looking forward to Big Brother & Sharp Objects & a self-inflicted facial.
ReplyDeleteReminder that these db blinds tell a completely incoherent and self-contradictory story.
ReplyDeleteUnknown I usually eat dinner between 5 and 6 depending on when my last meal was, there's absolutely no way I can get through to 7. I try for 5 or 6 hours between meals tops. Of course after dinner there's more time than that..
ReplyDeleteAlso a 28 to 35 ounce can of chopped tomatoes, basil, oregano, a bit of sugar, some water, a bit of salt, parmesan and romano cheese, and red pepper flakes. Simmer for a couple of hours, meanwhile prepare and fry meatballs, fry sausages or other pork products. Add to sauce, simmer another hour voila gravy!
ReplyDeleteOh we’re sharing recipes now?
DeleteMine: McDelivery app. 🍔🍗
We are going to our son’s new apartment for dinner. He and his boyfriend are making shishkebobs and rice pilaf and I made a homegrown tomato/cucumber and storebought nectarine salad with balsamic honey vinaigrette dressing. DB blinds are almost incomprehensible and always confusing and pointless.
ReplyDeleteThese are beginning to read like self-indulgent fantasies on an amateur erotica blog.
ReplyDeleteRe: @EntyLawyer Instagram story: HAPPY SUNDAY TOO ENTY. 🥓🍷💛
ReplyDeleteKanye shrug. 🤷🏻♀️
Truth or Dare: A Dancing Boy Production? That sounds like a porno. Not that it matters because this franchise is never ever happening anywhere outside off DB's head and CDAN.
ReplyDeleteSo his agent was a voyeur who liked jacking off in the closet? Is that what we're getting from this?
And the parents had to handcuff themselves to a bulletproof briefcase with the tape inside it? Like they couldn't just put a sticker on the cassette that says "Grandma's 70th birthday bash" and be done with it?
Why did the case need to be bulletproof? Maybe the parents should have been wearing bulletproof vests instead.
And of course the Spy Kids (excuse me, global elite branch of child actors) step in and steal he tape. Luckily DB narrowly escapes the dramatic firebombing of his home that was no doubt the result of the heroic actions of the Spy Kids. But hey, at least they got the tape!
Tune in next time when DB is running for his life after finding out that while he was unconscious his agent planted a top secret microfilm in his third lower right molar. Can DB get it removed before his inevitable date with the Mad Dentist of Moscow?
Wish you'd just stick to the facts instead of trying to hype up your movie. These blinds are all over the place.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like the New World Order Illuminati (Hollywood Branch). That's scary. The dancing boy is someone who was pretty young at the time like Corey Feldman. If it was modern, it would be one of the former Disney actors.
ReplyDeleteIf this is true it's satanically abhorrent and you people are zzzzing and contemplating dinner?
ReplyDeleteI tend to stay off the computer Sunday if possible - was sad I missed this one last night, just catching up this AM! BIRYANI for dinner. Not exactly a Maine Sunday Night tradition, lol.
ReplyDelete@Sandy your Sunday gravy sounds pretty great!
OFf topic but didn’t Enty have a blind item about the Omarosa recording thing? IT CAME TRUE. 🤷🏻♀️
ReplyDeleteSo what he is saying is, they are filming a sizzle reel to get people interested in investing. Good luck, hope you get millions to invest in your "story".
ReplyDeleteYes Scandi! He said she has sexts from...someone.
ReplyDeleteShe's horrible, but this slow daily trickle of info is brilliant marketing
@Scandi I think you are right. BTW, there is no such thing as 'off topic' when commenting on a dancing boy blind.
ReplyDeleteDB needs to realize that once you monetize your "trauma", people are a lot less likely to give a hit. You have some deep dark secret about all these terrible people but you won't provide this info unless people pay to see your movie which has now turned into a whole DB franchise.
ReplyDeleteHow very Feldman of you...
Has anyone made/tried zucchini pickles? I've thought about making some just to see if they taste similar to cucumbers, or if it's weird.
ReplyDeleteDancing Boy BI = TB/DR (too boring/didn't read)
"I don't remember any of this, of course, as I blacked out a short while later."
ReplyDeleteThis happens to me after reading Dancing Boy blinds.
I'm starting to like his blinds they are so undecipherable and silly.
ReplyDeleteI always knew Omarosa was a bit of a flake and a fake, but I cannot believe she was stupid enough to bring a cell phone into a secured SCIF and record someone. What was she thinking?
ReplyDeleteThat's federal prison business. For nothing.