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In the run up to the Fame Reunion Concert in L.A. P R Paul tells Playbill his Favourite Fame Memory:
In the run up to the Fame Reunion Concert in L.A. P R Paul tells Playbill his Favourite Fame Memory:
"Lee and I had just finished lunch or something and we were heading back to the Fame set. As we were walking towards our respective dressing rooms, lo and behold, a golf cart appears, as if by magic, right before us! We look at each other. I don't remember who the bad influence was but for the sake of the story, and since I’m the one telling it, let’s blame Lee. Now, we were either late to the set or feeling our oats about being on Fame… so we decided to take the golf cart for a little joyride to tour the MGM lot and drive it back to our respective dressing rooms when we were done with it. No harm, no foul, right? Well, not quite.
"Lee and I had just finished lunch or something and we were heading back to the Fame set. As we were walking towards our respective dressing rooms, lo and behold, a golf cart appears, as if by magic, right before us! We look at each other. I don't remember who the bad influence was but for the sake of the story, and since I’m the one telling it, let’s blame Lee. Now, we were either late to the set or feeling our oats about being on Fame… so we decided to take the golf cart for a little joyride to tour the MGM lot and drive it back to our respective dressing rooms when we were done with it. No harm, no foul, right? Well, not quite.
The next thing I know, there were bullhorns going off and a studio SWAT team outside our dressing rooms. The bullhorn blasted an announcement: 'Come out with your hands up and your scripts held high in the air!' Clearly shaken, we open our dressing room doors with our hands and our scripts held high up in the air.
The next thing I know, there were bullhorns going off and a studio SWAT team outside our dressing rooms. The bullhorn blasted an announcement: 'Come out with your hands up and your scripts held high in the air!' Clearly shaken, we open our dressing room doors with our hands and our scripts held high up in the air.
We were taken to the principal’s office and told we will never work on this lot again. After two weeks in the MGM jail, we were released—shamed and looking a little worse for wear. Thank God, we were imprisoned during hiatus and we did not miss a day of work. Other than the lurid exposé in the National Enquirer (I think the headline was: “P.R. and Lee are Having a Baby. Who’s the Father?”) and my impending marriage to a banker’s daughter being called off due to my now questionable character, everything worked out fine."
We were taken to the principal’s office and told we will never work on this lot again. After two weeks in the MGM jail, we were released—shamed and looking a little worse for wear. Thank God, we were imprisoned during hiatus and we did not miss a day of work. Other than the lurid exposé in the National Enquirer (I think the headline was: “P.R. and Lee are Having a Baby. Who’s the Father?”) and my impending marriage to a banker’s daughter being called off due to my now questionable character, everything worked out fine."
"That is as best as I can remember this story. After all, it was 35 years ago!"
"That is as best as I can remember this story. After all, it was 35 years ago!"
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