This is an excuse to relate an honest-to-gawd Hollywood celebrity experience. (W/ which we may have bored the Internets limp at World O' Crap once. Whatever; plenty of Googlewidth to fill here too.)
In the mid-70s, when not consumed w/ Bicentennial Fever, we worked for an outfit that videotaped bands & other show biz lice for various non-broadcast purposes. One gig was shooting a reference tape of a dance bit Ms. MacLaine was doing for a telebision special. This being the mid-'70s, laser beams would be added later so it would look as if she were dancing w/ them or vice versa, & the laser artists (Tee hee.) needed to see what the hell she'd be doing. Grueling work, pointing a camera at a stage & pushing RECORD, but we digress. (Didn't pay shit, either.) After all the hoopla, our employer was on the (Get this, kids, showbiz w/o mobiles!) pay 'phone in the hall, & the phrase "10%" escaped his lips as La Shirley walked by. Perfectly timed, she advised him "10%? If that's an agent, tell him to go fuck himself," & kept on going.
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