I was sitting cross-legged, surveying the LA in its finest glory. Dawn was approaching, and it tinted the sky gorgeous shades of red, orange and yellow, setting fire to the city landscape. Its beauty was undeniable, and -
My Blackberry's ring tone completely interrupted my mental monologue that will totally win an Oscar one day. I have faith.
"Hello?" I asked, in my best "publicity" voice.
I was on the Y of the Hollywood sign. It was the easiest to climb, and the easiest to wedge yourself in. Well, apart from the three Os, but they're almost too easy.
"Ricky! It's me, Cris."
"Oh! Hey, Cris. What's up?"
"Darling, I heard about Ben. Are you going to be okay?" he babbled, worry coloring his tone.
"I'll be fine," I said, smiling a little. Cris was my manager. He was totally adorable, and was the absolute best. He was gay, of course. Ben was the most jealous guy I'd ever known, and I knew he would've flipped out if I didn't get either a gay man or a straight woman. That's right. He ...