LAST EDITED ON 06-05-13 AT 09:21 AM (EST)And you get your reality show.
Down deep, down where you rarely visit, where in fact you have never, ever, looked, you have no idea why you got a reality show. That thought is just a shadow, a wraith that flits thru the background of your consciousness at odd times, there, but never drawing your focus.
And the sense of self entitlement that was part and parcel of your upbringing pretty well obliterates any curiosity about that anyway.
You got your show because of the lies everyone tells about your daddy. And that made you famous. Of course.
Now, you use those God given talents to identify and sell the perfect perfume, and record an album of standards.