One day, Ann Blyth awoke in horror to realize that, during a prolonged binge, she had somehow managed to make a Loretta Young record while wearing Rhonda Fleming's wig, Joan Crawford's makeup, and a necklace of mothballs and breathmints. She had vague, uneasy memories of the after-party with the orchestra and chorus.
Her life was never the same.
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