Working class girl does good
During the late 70's I worked in a well known bar in Sheffield, I wasn’t allowed to work behind the bar (thats where they put the uglier employees) and instead worked the floor taking orders and sometimes covering for the house singers when needed (We were one of those classy establishments that didn’t sell any beer on tap). One night after I had finished singing on the stage to cover for an act that failed to turn up I was approached by a really well to do bloke.

This guy turned out to be a manager of a couple of decent music acts that were well known to the British public, he had heard my voice and asked if I was interested in setting up a recording session where he would set up a demo tape to send to a couple of his mates in the industry. I was dead chuffed and spent days perfecting my choice of songs (I had always dreamt of being in music somehow but never really had the chance or cash to do something like this).

To cut a long story short the recording session went well and the offers came flooding in, I was well known in the uk after a good 12 - 24 months and after a lot of hard work (and a good year or two later) my name was also recognised by people in the US.

Unfortunately the fame seemed to go to my managers head. The other acts that he had managed had either split up or dropped him completely due to his snooty better than thou attitude (Word was that he- a Londoner brought up with a top rate private education- would like to bring in acts from the north as he believed that the "poor commoners" are easier to manipulate) He would berate me most nights about my background and pronunciation, also mentioning that I was nothing without him (to be honest I believed him).

What made matters even more complicated was that we were also seen as an item in the press (During my first few months of fame I would freeze up sometimes during interviews so he would sit with me when the cameras were on).

One night I couldn’t take it anymore and fired him, the snooty twat then said that he got me where I was and that he could put me back if he wanted (despite him constantly ringing me after a few days begging to get back with me). I wasn’t too pissed off at losing him and as for the going back to my old life of a common waitress, that didn’t scare me either as I had made a decent bit of cash already and I had also developed a decent bit of confidence too.

What pissed me off was when he (The ex-manager) knocked up a song about the whole situation and gave it to his next band. Every time I tune into VH1 and hear Phil Oakey start singing that song I could scream.
(mon bison powered by magnets, Mon 20 Oct 2008, 13:06, 4 replies)

Alright
who dare-d you to write that one?
(Bazongaloid, Mon 20 Oct 2008, 13:14, closed)

(Applauds at Al for the reply)
You could say that replying to the QOTW in ways like this is my obsession.
(mon bison powered by magnets, Mon 20 Oct 2008, 13:23, closed)

Yeah
I guess it just means your human.
(Bazongaloid, Mon 20 Oct 2008, 13:31, closed)

*click*
much lol-age. I'm also having images of an annoying brummie on a petrol station forecourt.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Mon 20 Oct 2008, 13:24, closed)