The Dorian Building provided a comfortable and isolated childhood and young adult life in reclusiveness.  Quiet and peace was embraced over the expected ‘publicity whoring’ that had become synonymous with the Future Artistic Leaders of The North American Union, which Chelsea King had been inducted for her performance, the only reliable proof that she was at one point, the greatest in the world.   or as reclusive as possible at the time with various interruptions throughout the day from her mother, Elizabeth, wondering ‘is everything alright?’ ‘won’t you come out and play in the sun?’ and if she was ready for grilled cheese and tomato soup, which was always a welcome and predictable interruption as the smell of cooking butter always preceded the knock on the door.  In her absence from public life, various requests to return to the stage were always being presented, none more than by The Summer Light Director, persistently sending long hand written letters including desperate bordering on the pathetic pleas full of too much information about his repressive childhood in West Virginia growing up without support of his ‘sensual flexibility for the arts’ and praising her ‘once in a generation talent’ with subtle hate always following praise with a variation of ‘you should be so lucky’ and ‘it will be interesting to see what happens when you get old’.

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