it seems that “non-disclosure” aren’t the only agreements she likes to violate
After a show last night at Chicago’s famed Admiral Theater, Stormy Daniels cancelled future performances there, claiming a contract dispute. From the Chicago Reader:
The porn star walked out of her highly anticipated Thursday-night show at the Admiral Theatre early due to a contract dispute with the management of the northwest-side strip club. Now the rest of her weekend shows—most of which were reportedly sold-out—appear to be canceled and Sam Cecola—owner and founder of Admiral Theatre—said he plans to sue Daniels…
More than 70 showgoers had paid $20 in advance to snap a photo with Daniels or get her autograph on the theater’s second floor immediately following her 15-minute strip show. But Daniels left the building before her meet-and greet-began…
They’d asked Daniels, whose real name is Stephanie Clifford, to open her performance by lip-syncing along to a clip of the “Happy Birthday, Mr. President” song Marilyn Monroe sang to JFK to take advantage of the fact Thursday night’s show coincided with Donald Trump’s 72nd birthday. But she refused, saying she wanted to stick to her own act. full story
This story reinforces the notion that our two professions are far more similar than I care to admit. While mine mercifully allows me to remain fully clothed the entire time I’m on stage, we’re both just there to help a bar owner sell more drinks. However, I would like to make that kind of money for a fifteen minute set. Maybe I should consider Pilates.
Apparently Stormy thought she should have more of the roughly $1500 dollars the club made selling photo ops with her. So she walked out. Now the club owner will have to refund the remaining 2400 tickets pre-sold. The most disappointed will be those who paid almost $600 to a scalper, and will only get a refund of the $50 face value.
I somewhat understand Stormy’s dismay. She thought she was just doing the same 15 minute set she had been doing since she got too old for pornography. But when she arrived, the owner of the club, had scripted a new routine for her to do, and hired a Trump impersonator.
For me this throws doubt on her claim that she’s still thriving in the industry, and not after Donald Trump’s money. If you’re doing pretty good in films, you don’t have to work the road anymore.
I also think she needs to move to bigger venues. If you can sell out five performances at a six hundred seat theater, you’re ready to move up to the next level.
However, I’ve always subscribed to the adage: “the show must go on.” I’ve done some pretty miserable gigs over the past few decades in the business, but I’ve always endeavored to stick to the original agreement; no matter how bad of a deal I realized it was later.
And if a club owner hands me a Marilyn Monroe dress and introduces me to a guy that looks like Donald Trump, I’ll simply ask him to let out the waistline a little.