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.