Sunday, April 05, 2009

Remember My Name...

Dear Fame,

Oh God, I just heard, I can't believe it, they've remade you. Now I don't want to seem narrow minded, trust me, there is no one, no one, who loves a dance movie more than me, with the exception of you and you know who you are and yes, we'll probably go see it together, but Fame, you are sacred. They have no business jazz handing you up with a load of over zealous songbirds, competing for a place in the Guinness book of records vocal aerobicising (yes I know it's not a word but lets just run with it) up and down the scales .

You, not to mention your spin off tv show, were an important part of my childhood, I wanted to be Coco so badly, no small achievement, please see previous letter in reference to dermis. Just once I wanted to do the flying splits like Leroy, I almost got there once only to balls up the landing and get two stitches in my lip, this would never have happened at Irish dancing...

Please don't let them destroy you, for God's sake, you could catch the moon in your hand, you couldn't get involved in pre-production? I'm going to have to go dig out my leg warmers...

Yours sincerely,



    Not Fame, Not Fame, Not Fame. Let's start a write in protest, Yes? I SO lived for that movie and show. I wanted to go to that High School in the worst way. Even though I have no talents that would be considered. *sigh* Is that series on DVD?

  2. It's too late, it's already made, console yourself with series one, they have it on Amazon, by the way, no talents? What would Miss Lydia say? She'd say, "fame costs and right here is where you start paying, 5, 6, 7,8..."