Publisher's Note
Commentary by Scot Giambalvo
This Is The Story Of A Girl...
. . . who told a tale that rocked the whole world.
It was a posh dinner party at a beautiful mountain-top home in Beverly
Hills. All the big film stars and recording artists were there celebrating
Capitol Records’ latest release by Paul McCartney. The impeccable jazz
band crafting soft melodies off in the corner is joined by Kenny G. for a
quick improv session. HITS Magazine, Rolling Stone and E! were everywhere
taking pictures and interviewing celebrities.
The party is in full swing, spreading from the stark-white NYC-like loft
living room out onto the spacious deck overlooking the valley. Attentive
servers cater anxiously to every request of the 280 or so sequin and
tuxedo clad guests.
Just hours into the soiree, something mysterious and fascinating happened.
The entire party slowly came to an eerie halt. Not a dull, lack of
interest halt, but a mesmerized, intriguing silence drawing the ears and
eyes of every party guest to the third step of the spiral staircase in the
center of the living room. A lone voice radiated out to the very perimeter
of the party capturing everyone’s attention. Servers stood in their place,
almost frozen in time, as they listened to words gliding across the night
air.
Who was this conservatively dressed girl, sitting on the steps with a
cosmopolitan martini in one hand and a long slender cigarette in the
other, spinning a tale so remarkable that she stopped an entire Hollywood
party dead in it’s tracks?
“She’s called the Storyteller.” Whispered one guest. “Rumor has it she’s
just a receptionist over at Capitol.” Commented another. Just then Roy
Lott, President and CEO of Capitol Records leaned in and said: “She’s not
JUST a receptionist, she choose to be OUR receptionist, and we’re honored
to have her.” A popular sentiment at Capitol.
The tale of the “Storyteller” goes like this:
She wandered into the main lobby over at Capitol Records one day asking if
there was a receptionist position open. She was directed to the HR
department and the next day found herself behind a small desk on the 32nd
floor answering phones. In less than six months she stepped, with
authority, behind the marble and mahogany reception counter in the very
same lobby she once sheepishly entered with whimsical aspirations.
It’s not that she leads the most glamorous life, or she’s a high-profile
celebrity, it’s that she can tell a story so well that you hang on her
every word, visualizing the scene as she depicts recent antics and
adventures. You can’t help but smiling while you listen to her stories of
inconsequential shopping. You wonder to yourself if anyone can truly live
a life this vicarious yet carefree. Everyone loves the Storyteller because
secretly, they envy her ability to retell everyday happenings with such
vibrancy, and so eloquently.
So, now, five years later she sits at another millionaire’s party, the
center of attention, still modest, still captivating, still the
receptionist, and doing exactly what she always wanted to do. (Although
she is Capitol’s only six-figure paid receptionist.)
Is this a true story? No. Could it be? Absolutely.
You see, only once in a great while do true “storytellers” come along.
They are innately capable of conveying a story so dramatically that you
just don’t want them to stop. If you’ve ever experienced a great
storyteller in full effect, it’s a high that takes you away from your
daily grind and puts you in a place of genuine distraction and enjoyment.
I am lucky enough to know a consummate storyteller, and this is the tale
of her future.
Hope you enjoy this issue.
Scot Giambalvo
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