Cher: Part One: The Memoir (The Cher Memoir Book 1)

by Cher

And living with someone who is miserable is a miserable way to live.

When he took off his glasses, I realized that it was Warren Beatty.

Warren Beatty as usual lmaooo

My voice was so low that DJs thought it was one man singing a love song to another when homosexuality was still illegal.

The idea sounded quite appealing after the previous few years, although in retrospect I’m sure Sonny freaked out at the thought that I might not be able to work, as we didn’t have any money.

Insanely glamorous lifestyle and broke as fuck. Typical!

As part of a deal Sonny made for us, that month we were playing in the round at the Shady Grove Music Fair in Gaithersburg, Maryland. The wacky but enormously funny Steve Martin was our opening act.

But as it would turn out, they would take that shit from him. He just found young girls and gave them gifts to distract them. It was always the same: first, diamond studs; then a Porsche 914 if they stuck around; and if they became serious he’d upgrade the Porsche to a 911 Targa (very few made it long enough for the Targa).

You work for Sonny. You have no rights, no vote, no money, nothing. You’re an employee of something called ‘Cher Enterprises’ with a salary you were likely never paid and three weeks’ vacation per year. He owns ninety-five percent of the company and the rest belongs to his lawyer, Irwin Spiegel.”

Lucy and her husband had also become famous working together as stars on TV. And he was a huge womanizer too. Then Lucy had left him. She told me, “Fuck him, you’re the one with the talent.”

Beyond taking my money, it was real cruelty to prevent me from making more. I never got an answer to what made him do that.

We talked so long on the phone he ended up with a $2,800 telephone bill. That’s when he blurted out that he loved me. We hadn’t even kissed. We’d only been out once before he left. What is it with these men?

There was one critic who every year would write that I was on my way out. I finally told him, “You know I’ll still be here even after you’re gone.” I was right.