The Train. Saga of stardom.
The train, is a book of where you become famous and are carried along in fame, fortune and aspiring only to end as a unpopular, forgotten and perhaps unwealthy former celeb. That where once it was a joy and struggle in time the fame is lost and things are never the same. Read: "The Train".
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Train
By
D.E.Allen
KDP.Anazon.com Edition
Copyright 2025 Danny Eugene Allen LLC
Table of Content
Train, is the voyage and journey of performers[from onstage rockers to TV icons…] they’re taking “the trip” that is as those before... From aspirer to new-committee, to famous; to wealthy, to fading from public-eye; to realizing fame was-over. To the distancing and distinction-of their forgotten once-precepts, and parables. .. The train, leads to the same-place as a trip-in that destination and destiny....
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...The TV show-host, was now a celebrity-in a young-Media. …He sweated-in his dressed-suit. He showed-up in it, every-week. His latest-career success, made him an authority-on the new, and latest viewers-industry. The lights, were “lime”... He stood there on-stage, with an audience-of hundreds. In person, and million on the other-side of the huge broadcasting-camera. Then, “show-time”... ...He stood-there for several-hours. And that was well-worth $10,000 a-week. He was the eschelon of first-wave of TV-days… At the theater-hall, they-filmed the show, that was to be iconic. Beginner-performers were dreaming of brave, uncaring and intentful-would “see”, want, and have recognition. But none knew where-it would lead.
The air was cooler-outside, but it was Fall, and that’s where TV-viewing began their new-season… All-across TV-realm, people were being driven to the thing-called televisions. The 85-pound device you actually, stared into and images, and sound were in relative real-time; in ‘51 people invested-in the [what was] the future-industry of all of what was the present and pictorial. Science invented-it, society inquired about-it... When music, a world-wide reality and reverence; that was to ignite, burn-inflame and find an ending; to what blazed-across the cathode-ray tube.
Pete John was a teenager. He was odd. …A redefined, coolness… He had friends like-him, and they had family fostering-fortitude, favor and fate... The un-barrened under-culture. Which had always been a-magnified by intent and implication... By the end of September, there was excitement, fame and favorites. Which led to talk, hearsay, revelry and enticement. He’d now-recognized, identified and was given-impetus. Where fortune and fathom-were build upon the regular-interlude of a 2-hour show… Everything about TV-manifest in its new relegation. There was a promise, premise and promotion on all things-in, on and by TV… It showed you the form, factor and fabulous-across and in, by accounts-of persons, performances and prominences; as a preeminence.
Pete, would become a worker at the soda-shop. And know a TV-favorite from town, who took a bus to the show to try-out. And his luck proved-”true”. He became a simple-regular… But back-home he was to be astonished that he was a celebrity, for 15-minutes… TV was where it was-at... Before, the pantheon-of movies; had aspiriers. Who were simple-actors, given a chance. But TV allowed anyone fame even for moments. It was first, an easiest profitable and profound-way to stage-success. And many wanted it. Life for all, was changed forever. As people were a far-away audience, and an instant star in a-few and endearing clever-way to be popular.
People across the country and world realized, recognized and identified-with what was capably, worth attempts, terms and tantamountcy... The TV-age was begun. And in so many facets, the audience wanted to be a TV-favorite. From then-on, all walks-of-life inspired, attempted and attained-an almost immediate audience-success. It was upon all-classes, in all the corners of society. TV, only needed-power and station; access and within-minutes you were elsewhere, stolen, sequestered and sonnetted-in a whole different-world. Art of, as unrealized-hopes… But the short-end, was that in all-things nothing lasted-forever. In the securing dazzlement, if as TV-there was-behind; the scenes. As much as being-treasured, it had the weight of air-drudgery and duty... It was just-worthy, as in a job with alike-stresses, strains and treatises...
What seemed over-night was a future changed to peopled-frivolity. Decency and desire, were paid for in human-trials and tumultuousness. …Innocent and not-so innocent, impacted and empowered-onto what were delved-out and for; as then as a relented, minor-job; paying-for whatever was good. Or having to come-from nine-miles deep, and returned for further-abuse… TV had been ignited. Commercial-TV, would become jump-on point as a wagon of lucrative, loded and aboded-reverence and reality. The CEO-of major commerce saw that there was farther reach, to being on the ground-floor. What was to be, was as an entire-font. Of as a forging-framework and fostering...
So when TV shows and their audience had a long reign as the growth, glamour came to fulfill-itself. What it bifurcated into prosper, became fame-working, worthy and wherewithal of a new-age. Although, it was at first-of “on”; that became prime-moneys... Most aspects of life-exposed, expanded and in-set; coincided-to spend-place and pretense... That as, in remained aloft-to all air-waves. As the having of its failures and fall-outs, the barings-of failure and fell-upon times; TV just manifested upon-it...
From the start, it was a famous and fabulous-story. A lived-epic of grandeur and grand-standing. From the start it was an innate sensation. That being exposed to broadcast TV you were give exposure to gain notoriety and nobility. That whatever your background you were given account and across without much working the dimension of demographics and under and within. If you’ve ever wished for a chance to fulfill a dream of success and good-fortune TV was it.
It was to be a train of what was instant and spontaneous. It was the thought reality in a blind instance. What had began was to be a journey of unseen fortune, focus and happiness but as a dream they faded as you had to travel from the place of hope and ambition all the way to dim reliance and demise. Performers had one talent but few truly realize that life would never be the same and happiness was to be an over-result, ramification and conclusion... Like-all aspirations, it never becomes what one-thinks. The tales-forge and follow-along but stability, stipulations and stances are always-altered. Once we get on the tracks, we are made to travel to its final-destination. Loss and hope, are put-on; and before-one. That scheme, scope; its scope-gradually eats a-way at the foundation of the stood-upon, pantheon.
People, their-situation in life, and what is the greatest wishes as, within-perceived and put-forth... Joey C. was like all the other wannabes. Joys and hopes were ever a commonality, the glittering and mesmerizing… …Forgetting all else. From shoe-shiners to truck-drivers, from salesman to doctors; and so-on, from youthful-designers to hard-working musicians; and all in-between. Set-off on a one-stop ongoing-journey and only-seeing the promise and only-to realize it was an inceding of future-extolling, treasurable, lonely and at a hidden-loss. Things rarely, worked-out. At the end, it is a regretful, intellectually, disappointing; and dissipating-existence. Once famous, one had hall-marked their life... Not even money or favor, justifies and joins-one to any thing like the past. Many celebrities, know life as the opulent or ever-imported; to its role and goal… That its a severant, resolute-relativity.
It was theater, and in Thespian-wake and ode. But mostly, it was the actual and indefinite-cause and conclusive... The array, arrival and arrangement; tallied, and as without. Each had a fable, that can’t be undone or truly-shamed. Intent and implication is as everyone-worker, and withstanding. Hope, honor and inhibition-always to be worked-on. A true-epic of the individual, the rising-anthem of people, place and time. Of scape and opera on-stage and off. Of music-written and song to be premise, practical and prelude; but only to which there’s an audience-of vanishing far-gone. People’s washboard are caught-in the tendrils and tangles-of foment, fix, failure and fore-thought, mishaps… It was to be a story of do or die, fate and failure and fame or foster. That of the elusive universal and uniting fame. But it started as a back-door to get in the crowd or elite-group. It was more simply a-thought gone viral, and figment-made fateful and a long-shot made evidently, real.
It was always a kick-in-the-head, kept hidden and sore-for life. Design and destiny, were engaged-enigmatic things. Psychological as it was over-assumed contest, context and comradery through times, and ages. Seeking self-substance, and a true selective by those in the business; knew it was nothing more than Chitzy. But hope and promise were respected and personal, driven and derived; others, could not stand in the way of… That in its exaction, composed and exposed-to transposing on this necessary track, self-wagered, individuality; dubbed and dutiful. From coming background and on a desired and ensuing capture. Bands were people learning music, most by accident, others by the system and others by blind-fate and talent…
The train, took them far, landed them on and let them off. Many at the same inordinate place. The desire and drive to prove their ability, potential and promise-proven founding and formative... There were many desires and dimensions, but fabric and follow-through proved demur, daunting and dominated. One’s way of life asserted-promises, and subsided-into a strange new-world. It was to be a human-struggle and striding of, on TV, movies, studios and stores; to go-through life worthy and wanting. Terms, taste and temptation by the accounted and activated-tenets of fathom, fate, fault and failure. That were a mystic, stances of figment, fault and fall-out; no one but those motivated-in this life fully-knew.
As soon as there were an audience, there were fans. In the US every American were fans for the most of and in each lands-old, new and future… But performers were given unlimited-access due to TV. …TV was a focal-point to drive all-others… Fans were just there for the taking. Like a flock of Do-Does. It was a chanceto grab, hold and keep as a sense of entertainment-revival; by eclipse, ore and corps on an early bestowal and excelling intrepid-referendum. It was an instantaneous incident. Most people are wowed with the participants on TV. But on their own-sides, the harsh-inhibited and hard-to-please reticence. That almost all people are both fanatics and critics. Like, many down-to-earth critical and rational, they are not-fooled by glitz and charm.
And all-out arrived at-live or die-from the fan-ship of as a “famer”. Their role and choice-in life are beyond the usual-pale. But few, while instilled and esteem they-lose interest-fast. Most come to their own conclusions, that life is fleeting to use their time and money-on. Better to have and owed once than never loved at-all. By their thought and theory, we all turn-aside and return to our own endearing young-charms. But time passed, people grow-up, matured and moved-on… A culture-loses were and are once-joy of jubilance, succeed on… Purposes and parallels, are only life-bet, beset and bestowed; changed, challenged and transformed...
Sally O. was a hair dresser shop-worker, at a shop in mid-town… Love, lost and liberty-were your own reposed, reprise and done with reproach… Not many knew this but that she was famous. A teen-celeb on a TV soap-opera…”Sunny Lights”, a show on every Thursday and Saturday mornings. Her friends then, thought as they were concerned. But those friends ended up being the last truest-friends she ever had. It shaped-up that she was a registered-star, until she was written-off of the show. She’d move-out to LA and then NYC. But her closest friend saw the tides change and left, never staying in-touch. After all her reign of the show-worshipped, her; in resemblance and fortune, faded; it was just too much intuit-entailing and in-exacted transferring... After-ward she left the lime-light for semi-wealthy and financially, a beauty shop. She and a friend, that never knew her stage-work but did know her-heart…
Fans were the induction-“bread and butter” but people’s lives went-by the wayside. It was becoming common-place that money was what ran things like most production company. Although mete-on a visual ideology it was more a lie and performance, more a disdain and distraught-conundrum. Parallel and precipice set and long-suit by distance, and demand. And everyone were forged and to plan, an ever-greater design of deplorum and defection. That there was an impart and ill-partiality to the one’s and martar of assign, stardom devotion importance and actuality. Devised and divorced, de facto imposed and impactuality-prominent and propriety, precis and provisions. Allay and enlay-art the entrench and entrapment, which was a pure-promise to a condone ill-fated future.
Fans are the original worshippers of cause, will and accordance. Across defined and refined-concepts, the very emotionally, commenced and creation; is an overt complying of seeking and value, another by their-astute astonishing of astounding-cede to obvious and overt-overture. In the human-edicts, care and conferring comes-only. When “cult” and confirm-proved a definitive provident. It’s a fulfilled irony that fathoms and fortitude, figment, factor and resigning foundation. Distinction, apprisement and imminent convocation sounds, and assigns ruling, ratified re-ordination by those prospect and proving the worth and worthiness of monetary, manifest and magnitude.
Fans are essentially, sold and varied upon intent and implicate; by awareness, and objectivity. But the people behind the scene are more feeding, hungry dogs rather than giving the enjoyment about anything. That by figment and falsehood, we mind a simple-sit, be an allowance of someone dreams came true. There is a plan to the great farce. And those onstage became illusionist working into enforcing their Cardinal-role. The thrill simply is the allowing over limits, that those being enjoying-of elicit and complicit-terms. People are simply entities allow to discharge, sure-monotonous craved-for maniac devoking…
Lucrative, wealth, success and ease made for a business-firm which furthered, found and made-fortune framework. Which was simply a genuine, gold-rush; creative-people smart and audience; originators, made them rich, rulers and ratifiers on performers and performances. Like all businesses, money, profit-market and savings are outsets to what ever its is functioning. Means if your bankable life is exquisite and your political correction at 65, it means your “excellent”. Process and pro-function as names and calls, for deriving and determination. Your “vibe” in the system had to be marketable…
But most people have to run the gamut, show their best and be a valuable-asset beyond rigors of time. As the industry grows up and changed with the many references of livelihood. Although unwanted one became an entity having to report to their-agency. Most famous people made good money, had a reflective most times; and beloved they’ve reached-standard. Funds were always, the basis. So performers were instantly, rich furthering talent. It was lucky but behind the scene money ran every thing. That support and involvement, declared and decided-who was rich; and who was powerful… The money changers and deciders were did, what on musical bands and in ‘51, was told-to people-for. Fun a greater pay and made the agency rich. They were momentary slaves to the business. And with time and greater fan said they were bankable. They could make money for their own extravagance, as they imagined.
But most realized, being rich and famous-left a-lot to be desired. By schedule and scheme they were as popularity, potential and promotion-endowed, endure and lead-to a greater-endeavor makes more money, when putting the money-in... But flame either graded are made you a mule to their own attraction. Many became ever infatuated with wealth they believed that was the way it was supposed to be. But with money cost and fame you were ever put in the corner and behaved, and what was a simple human-fallacy… Being a performer meant you were now set up to think, act and be a person of propagating. For some success was fleeting, but the sure of this made fans defiance of those terms. From the start, you recognized life was on ever-entailing... That pretext and purpose, were preset and property. It took some-years and others, over-night.