Meet Diana in part one here.
There they were in vivid illustration, all of Diana’s transgressions of the night before revealing where she’d gone; who she’d been with; what they’d done and how. Most was left to the imagination but censorship didn’t have a blackout big enough to conceal the lady of the night. Suddenly Diana’s talents thrust her into another genre of adult entertainment, where she gained instant celebrity status. Let’s just call her undercover affair “Operation Diana” because as the photos made apparent, she had a waiting room full of impatient men eager to see the candy-stripper.
Banging on the door continued and when Diana looked, all she could see was the paparazzi’s cameras shining dim red lights outside her window. Through the peephole she saw her publicist’s angry face, as he released each blow to the door. He wasn’t happy and didn’t pretend to understand the bad dealings in Diana’s life, but he knew it would take a lot of planning to clean up her image. Diana may have been a pop superstar but all she could do now is sing the blues.
Fast-forward three days later when Diana finally emerges from the shadows. She had been coping with her shame in seclusion but now was time to start picking up the pieces of her shattered life. As the regret of her downfall continued to gnaw at her, Diana needed an escape and fast. She quickly threw on her dress from that fateful night and tried to make a clean break but before sneaking out the back door once again, Diana emailed a somewhat cryptic letter for her publicist to leak to the press. It simply read:
life was simple ’til
fame and fortune kept me high,
lust became my drug
and every man had a fix
that released in me a song
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