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To the Attorney Grievance Committee of the First Appellate Division of the Supreme Court of the State of New York.
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.
Ethics fly out the window as my deceptive law firm moves to represent every side of the deal.
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.
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.
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.
Alarm bells ring as my lawyer behaves less as my fiduciary, and more like a self-dealing confidence artist.
When I catch on to the swindle underway, the predators drop their masks and drop me as well, leaving me defenseless.
I hire new legal counsel, who hits the ground running as my former law firm goes on the attack.
Filthy rich con artists escalate their sneering game of "keep away" with only hope for a livelihood.
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.
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.
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.
When an artist has no one defending him from wealthy grifters, what's to stop them? Now they steal $37,000 of my royalties.
I am pilloried by critics for the shoddy work of my greedy colleagues on Broadway. My ruined show flops in slow-motion.
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.
Surveying the collateral damage.