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A Harem Boy's Saga - Book I I - Unbridled;
A memoir by Young
"To a great experience one thing is essential; an experiencing nature."
The SAQR landed smoothly at LAX shortly after takeoff from Las Vegas. The first thing I saw was the ‘Theme’ Building, announcing to arrivers that the 'jet-age' had arrived in the City of Angels. It reminded our entourage that we were embarking into a futuristic world of 2001 Space Odyssey, a film released by Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios. Our entourage was heading to the same studio after depositing our luggage with the 'Beefeater' costumed concierge at the one year old Century Plaza Hotel. Our Cadillacs sped us towards Culver City.
Our set designers, the two Italians, our Arab companions, and the four Bahriji boys (me included) arrived at the main entrance of MGM. After showing their respective identities to the entrance security guards, our set designer guides drove into the expansive studio lots where the final touches of a duplicate version of Saint Peter's Basilica loomed impressively ahead of us. Needless to say, I was awed by the authenticity of the exterior facade until, at closer inspection, I noticed the backside of the building was propped up by unpainted pipes and wooden scaffoldings. This was a section of the set for Sacred Sex In Sacred Places. As we walked to another part of the studio lot, partitioned, soundproof warehouse-like buildings housed the interior of various sections of the fabricated Vatican that our photographers had the designers recreate from photographs. I had never seen such a huge film studio at age 14 and was spellbound by its vastness. The magnitude of the studios, the number of backstage workers trooping around on various duties, the actors, actresses and extras mingling around waiting to be called to action by their respective directors all fascinated me. Last but not least the busy costumers, make-up artists, stylist, set and prop hands making last-minute adjustments sent my young mind spinning with excitement. It was a fantasy world I wanted to be a part of, especially in the wardrobe department. This experience was the first of many that left a memorable mark in my life. Besides my love for fashion, I also wanted to be a costume designer.
While the two Italians and our Arab companions were busy checking the sets and talking with set builders, Andy, Oscar, Devaj and I walked to the adjacent studio to see the motion picture that was being filmed. A hairdresser was giving the final touches to an actress’ hair. Oscar exclaimed suddenly, "Its Mia Farrow!" We turned in the direction he was indicating. "Let's go over and introduce ourselves; I want her autograph." Before any one of us could reply, my lover had whipped out a pen and paper walking towards his idol. Ms. Farrow was busy chatting with the hairdresser, who looked familiar. I could not recall where I had seen his face. The three of us trotted behind Devaj's enthusiastic Valet.
"Ms. Farrow, I'm so delighted to have this opportunity to meet you. I'm an admirer of yours and loved your performance in Peyton Place." He extended his hand to shake Ms. Farrow's.
The actress, taken aback by Oscar's forwardness, was left speechless for several seconds. She stopped her conversation with the hairdresser, turned to my BB and said, "Uh, hello! Have we met before?"
"I follow Peyton Place on television and admired your acting greatly. You play the role of Allison Mackenzie to perfection," my lover replied.
Flattered by Oscar's compliments, the actress responded, "Thank you! I'm glad to meet you. What's your name, young man?"
"I'm Oscar and these are my friends.” He turned to introduce us. Just then I noticed Mario, Gabrielli, and our Arab companions walking towards us. My polite BB introduced each of them to Ms. Farrow. As soon as Mario's turn arrived, the photographer bent to kiss the lady's hand. I could tell she was flustered by such a gentlemanly gesture. She said smilingly, "I'm happy to be acquainted with all you gentlemen. If you'll excuse me, I'll have to be ready before my role call."
Mario, taking the opportunity, exclaimed, "Hi, Vidal, I didn't know you were in Hollywood doing Ms. Farrow's hair?"
Putting his arm around Vidal Sassoon’s shoulders, he embraced the hairdresser like an old friend he hadn't seen for ages. Before Mr. Sassoon could respond, Mario greeted the coiffeur with a big hug and spoke, "Meet the world renowned Vidal Sassoon." We extended our hands to shake the stylist. Surprised by the news, I couldn't contain my fervor, I exclaimed, "You are Vidal Sassoon! The man who styled Mary Quant's hair to a Bob!" Astonished by my sudden burst of jubilation, he was caught off guard before regaining his posture. He answered, "Well, eh yes. I’m Mary's London hairdresser."
I continued, "I love the Bob! I had my hair bobbed before I entered Daltonbury Hall. The school had me cut it to a short crop. I felt so fashionable when I had the Bob." I stressed the word fas-hion-able.
Mario chimed, "What movie are you working on with Mia?" He asked as if he had known Ms. Farrow for a long time.
"We are working on Roman Polanski’s, 'Rosemary's Baby'."
"Is Roman here too? I must say hello! Where is he? We must get together, are you guys free this evening? Let's have a party!" The Italian voiced with conviction. Caught off guard, the hairstylist coquetted, "We are going to the Playboy Club. Roman is a key holder, so he invited Ms. Farrow and me to join him this evening. Would you like to join us at the Playboy Club?" Since he wasn't talking to anyone in particular, he motioned a flamboyant hand gesture, indicating to us that we were all invited. The stylist was put in an awkward situation by the Count, so he invited our entire entourage.
Mario, seizing the opportunity, agreed that all of us would love to join them. After we bid our farewells to Mr. Sassoon and Ms. Farrow, Andy enquired of Mario and Gabrielli, "Young and Devaj are underage. Are they allowed to enter the Playboy Club?"
Both Italians replied laughingly, “‘Ka-ching’ speaks louder than words. As long as you boys don't consume any alcoholic beverages, I’m sure Hefner wouldn't mind. After all, we’re there for dinner. Dress formal and leave the rest to us."
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