Broadway, we have a problem. And it isn't your artists.
Little did I know that my career's best work was doomed from the start - because of my own agent and law firm.
Ethics go out the window as my law firm moves to represent every side of the HOH deal.
A hit musical can be worth a billion-plus dollars nowadays. And my lawyer and agent smelled a hit.
A broke artist is an artist who can be controlled. This is the first of many instances when I went unpaid for work that I did.
In an ugly email chain, my agent begins abusing me openly in front of producers in order to feather his own bed.
Alarm bells ring as my lawyer acts less and less as my fiduciary, and more like a self-dealing confidence artist.
I begin to catch on to the swindle underway, and the predators stop pretending.
I get new legal counsel, who hits the ground running as my former law firm goes on the attack to seize ownership of my work.
Rich predators whom I once trusted continue their ugly game of "keep away" with my art and livelihood.
Strangers begin to threaten me to keep quiet about the abuse. Meanwhile, my second lawyer goes off the farm.
A threat close to home suggests that I am the target of an "intelligence agency" hired to silence me.
When an artist has no defense from rich grifters, why on earth would they stop stealing?
I am pilloried for the shoddy work of my greedy colleagues on Broadway.
As I hit rock-bottom, karma pulls a switcheroo. But then a new dream job becomes a nightmare, and I make the hard (and only) choice.