Our Star doesn't know who he is any More. Is he the starmaker, the image Maker, looking for material or is he Just plain boring little Norman after All
I am a creator, Inventor and innovator. I observe the people, The ordinary people No matter what your occupation is Everybody's in showbiz. 'Cos I'm
I can't ball When I see those ducks on the wall. Wo-wo-wo I can sit through your gossip and your soap opera shows, But those ducks have got to go. I
Has everybody got problems? Are you stuck in a deadend job? Frustrated and dissatisfied? Are you on the edge of suicide? Terrorist bombers on the left
Rome, a cruise round the Mediterranean, and dreams of a quiet Week in a little seaside resort away From his wife, the ducks on the wall, The soap operas
The Star is in Norman's office. His day Of sweat and toil has begun. Nine To Five Answering phones and dictating letters Making decisions that affect
[Star:] I am the image maker. I am the magic Maker. I can turn the most ordinary Man in the world into a star. To prove My point I am going to find the
And so Norman decides to stop living Out his fantasy of being a rock star and Accept reality. This is the end for Norman but not for us because there
He arrives home. He fumbles in his Pockets for his keys but there is no Need. Andrea is waiting to greet him With open arms. [Wife:] Hello love. You
