While ego-googling, I found that I’m actually a "drop-dead handsome costar" in The Prada Paradox.
"Actress Devi Taylor is playing the role of Melanie. Devi has been in the public eye since she was a child star. But after being attacked three years ago, in her own home, by a crazed fan calling himself Janus, she has been in hiding. It has taken a lot of courage for Devi to come back into the spotlight. She takes her privacy extra seriously now. Devi’s home is like a fortress and she lets very little slip to the media. Some of the things Devi has let "slip" are false. This gives her an extra feeling of control over her private life. The only major problem with the picture is that the leading man is her ex-boyfriend, Blake Atwood.
Blake Atwood did not intentionally humiliate Devi on Letterman’s show. He knows the moment the vile words leaves his mouth that he has made a horrible mistake. That mistake costs him Devi’s affection. But Blake is determined to win Devi back, no matter what it takes. Blake just happens to be beside Devi when she gets word that she is the Target and Janus is the Assassin! Knowing that Devi has less than twenty-four hours to solve the clues and find the antidote is tearing him apart. Worse, since Andy Garrison is the Protector, Blake is not allowed to help in any way, shape, or form."
And apparently I’ve been on Letterman.
Although, in real life, I’d much rather be a Professional Golf Equipment Tester. Unfortunately, we both know I’ll never make the pro circuit. Guess I’ll have to settle for being famous without being myself.
Editors have to see what most of us don’t. There may be a gem of a good idea hidden beneath a mountain of prose. Or, there may be mellifluous words that are all sound and no fury. Either way, it’s the editor’s job to point the errant writer to the path of writeousness. (Yes, I know. I can hear the groans from here). 
Surely, Keith Richards is a missing member of Spinal Tap. 
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