INTRODUCTION

To the Attorney Grievance Committee of the First Appellate Division of the Supreme Court of the State of New York.

 

PERSONNEL

 

- ONE -
Setting The Trap

Little did I know that my musical Head Over Heels was doomed from the start, as my lawyer and agent feather their beds by stealing my creative control in my first contract.

 

- TWO -

Be Very Wary of Fiduciaries

Ethics fly out the window as my deceptive law firm moves to represent every side of the deal.

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- THREE -

"This is Gonna Run Forever!"

A hit musical can be worth a billion-plus dollars nowadays. We know what wickedness people get up to for much less. And so the abuse begins.

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- FOUR -

Reverse Robin Hoods

A broke artist is an artist who can be controlled. In the first of many instances, I go unpaid for my work in breach of contract.

 

- FIVE -

Springing the Trap

In an ugly email chain, my bullying agent abuses and humiliates me openly in front of producers - to show them who really controls my art.

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- SIX -

Why Won't My Lawyer Take My Side?

Alarm bells ring as my lawyer behaves less as my fiduciary, and more like a self-dealing confidence artist.

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- SEVEN -

My Law Firm Drops Me

When I catch on to the swindle underway, the predators drop their masks and drop me as well, leaving me defenseless.

 

- EIGHT -

Enter Lawyer #2

I hire new legal counsel, who hits the ground running as my former law firm goes on the attack.

 

- NINE -

Who Really Owns My Property (That I Own)?

Filthy rich con artists escalate their sneering game of "keep away" with only hope for a livelihood.

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{ INTERMISSION }

I didn't find Head Over Heels stuck to the bottom my shoe. It was my art, my property and livelihood, three grueling years in the making.

 

- TEN -

"You Do Not Want To Find Out What Will Happen If You Speak Out."

A stranger threatens me not to blow the whistle, kicking off 25 months of scary incidents. Meanwhile, my second lawyer gets chummy with the creepy producers.

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- ELEVEN -

Send in the Goons

A threat close to home suggests that I am the target of an "intelligence agency" hired to silence me. I give up on lawyers and let the predators loot my corpse.

 

- TWELVE -

They Even Snatched My Royalties!

When an artist has no one defending him from wealthy grifters, what's to stop them? Now they steal $37,000 of my royalties.

 

 - THIRTEEN -

Rumpelstiltskin on Rewind

I am pilloried by critics for the shoddy work of my greedy colleagues on Broadway. My ruined show flops in slow-motion.

 

- FOURTEEN -

Bit By Bit, Putting Myself (Back) Together

Karma pulls a hilarious switcheroo when I am nominated for an Oscar. But when a new writing gig becomes a parsimonious nightmare, I make a hard choice.

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- FIFTEEN -

“There’s a Loud Sort of Clanging From the Clock in the Hall …”

Surveying the collateral damage.