Throughout his career, actor John Paravati has stuck with the line he sold to the gossip rags--he's been in like, been in lust, even been in respect once or twice, but never love. It works for him. After all, the only thing he's ever cared about is performing, and if he's stuck now doing commercials for cruise lines to pay his bills, at least it's better than shilling adult diapers.
But people in Hollywood are pros at pretending, and John is the master of them all. Because once upon a time, in the world of his youth, he loved two things with all his heart--his best friend Frank and the movie palace he used as sanctuary.
More than fifty years ago, John ran away from his hometown, never to look back. Now, someone has decided to restore the theater he left behind, and they want John to be a part of its relaunch. Though the memories still sting, he swallows his pride and agrees to go, even if it means finally dealing with the heartache he's ignored all this time. At seventy-seven, he's too old to continue holding onto the hurt. The question is, however, is he too old to start over once it's gone?