A hack screenwriter writes a screenplay for a former silent film star who has faded into Hollywood obscurity.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Yes, this is Sunset Boulevard, Los Angeles, California.
I had landed myself in the driveway of some big mansion that looked run-down and deserted.
There was a time in this business when they had the eyes of the whole wide world.
Well, I had no pressing engagement, except with those boys from the finance office.
I felt kind of pleased with the way I'd handled the situation.
I wanted the dough, and I wanted to get out of there as quickly as I could.
She was still sleepwalking along the giddy heights of a lost career.
The last week in December, the rains came.
What a wonderful next year it's going to be. What fun we'll have!
I didn't know where I was going. I just had to get out of there.
Yes, I am. This is the day. Here's the chart from my astrologer.
Whenever she suspected I was getting bored, she would put on a live show for me.
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