Mustafio

Back in my hometown, I was a local celebrity. I would perform at

clubs, tell jokes, sing a few songs. It was nothing for me. I always

had the prettiest girl on my arm and good, close friends. My career

was blossoming. I did voiceovers for some cartoons and I had parts

in a few commercials. One day, after a shoot about a paint sale, the

lighting man handed me a card and said if I wanted to make real

money, I should call this number. If I knew then how one phone call

could change the course of one's life! I called this man, Laszlo, and

he said to come to his house the following day to shoot a movie! I

said, "But I don't know the script!" He laughed and told me he would

pay me 500 leva for a day's work, which was a lot of money back then.

It's all a blur to me now. Probably, I was drugged, but I fell in love with

my co-star right on the spot. I played a fighter pilot and it was our last

night together. The words of love I spoke to her felt real. I forgot about

the cameras. We made mad love over & over again. I was confused

when the director yelled cut and everyone started to leave. What was

happening? Disoriented, I went home and had a deep sleep. A few

weeks later, my father came back from the cinema in a rage, saying

that I was no longer his son, that as far as he was concerned, I was

dead. And one month later I was in New York, alone and flat broke.