Once a Star

Once a Star
By Ellie Dauber © 2020

Silent movie start Ashley Templeton gets a chance to restore his failed career after the advent of sound. But there's a price.

Once a Star
By Ellie Dauber © 2020

“Five minutes, Princess,” someone yelled.

Ashley Templeton, the being that had been Ashley Templeton, snorted in disgust.

* * * * *

How had he come to this? He’d been a rising star, a dramatic leading man. ‘Yes,’ he thought to himself, he was a star, a star of “the Silents. ”M-m-my d-damned st-stutter; as soon as sound came to the movies, I was over.”

He’d had a few comic roles, the point of which was to use that stutter. To laugh at him. Years of therapists, acting coaches, whatever, “Cou-couldn’t do a-a-a d-damned th-thing for me.”

“And dhat is vhy you comb to me,” Sonya Karpinyi had said. Sonya, smoldering Sonya, as good in bed as she was on the screne. He knew that much to be true; they’d starred together in four movies, happily sleeping together during the shooting of all four. They’d separated with a shrug and a handshake. They were movie stars, after all.

Before SOUND.

Sonya’s problem with "Talkies" had been different, a thick “Hongar-ri-yin aggzent” that limited her to minor parts at best. She’d had the courage to quit. She had a bit of money saved, and she’d set herself up as hostess of a tearoom/restaurant, a place where her accent only added an extra touch of glamour.

“Th-That’s why. I-I-I’m told y-you ca-can help m-m-m…” He took a breath. “Me.”

“I cahn, Before I levdt home to play at zer moffies, I studied the oldt va-iys. If you ahrre villing to pa-iy the prize, I cahn mayg you a shtar again,”

“W-W-Won’t p-people w-wonder h-how…”

“How you losht yurr shtudder. Dhey vill noht vonder, becawse you vill noht be you.”

“What!”

“It vill noht be Ashlay Templetun dhey szee. Reality vill change. You – the pearson you vill becomb -- vill alreddy be a shtar.”

“Th-that’s c-c-crazy.”

“True, bot it vill habben.” She smiled and held out her hand to offer a cup of an odd-smelling grayish drink. “Comb on, vhat you haff got to lose?”

“N-Not a d-d-d-damned th-thing.” He took the cup and swallowed whatever the stuff was in a single gulp.

A moment later, fade to black. He never noticed Sonya's rather smug smile.

* * * * *

It had been a week since he’d woken to his new life. It was hardly what he’d expected, but, he sighed, he was a star. That made up for a lot. Even… Well, there was no going back.

“We’re ready for you.” The third assistant director – a polite word for a gofer – stepped into Ashley’s trailer.

Ashley climbed out of his – no, call a spade a spade -- her chair. She followed the man out of the trailer and onto the set.

“Sound ready!”

“Cameras ready!”

“Okay, this is a take.” A pause, and then, “Roll ‘em!”

Ashley Templeton, now a curly, blonde-haired child of five, picked up the hem of her party dress, showing the starched petticoats beneath. She began tap dancing as she sang, “On the Good Ship Lollypop…”



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