James Dean ~ James Dean SECRET ~ DiDean.Net ~ James Dean TRUTH Revealed! Released by: Di Dean, James Dean Daughter Web Site: http://didean.net/hollywoodlit.html a Mercedes which now showed 120 miles per hour from the fluorescent panel -- and climbing. Keywords: James Dean, Di Dean, James Dean Secret Revealed, Hollywood Lit, JamesDean, DiDean, Rebel James Dean, Update Date: 6/15/2007 2:46:21 PM Hits: 385 Descrption:  What if James Dean, One of the most famous Hollywood icons of all time left a single heir... he never knew existed. Hollywood..."Lit..." Written By Daughter, Di Dean Sad and lonely Glenn Miller music played inside the blackened cockpit of a Mercedes which now showed 120 miles per hour from the fluorescent panel -- and climbing. The yellow-green eyes of a beautiful blond woman checked the speedometer then back to the deserted beach freeway, where a full moon rested on the luminous water. Her hand reached for her Mother in the passenger seat -- protectively touching the URN -- and making sure it was firmly strapped into the seat belt as the Glenn Miller music softly continued its melody of sorrow and pain. The black Mercedes screamed down the deserted freeway like it had a predetermined destiny with no fear of high and dangerous speeds. Di smiled. Her high cheekbones and full lips were seductive; long half curly blond hair had a mind of its own which she pushed off her shoulder. There was something very familiar in Di's charismatic archival eyes; right out of a great movie from TCM that Hollywood would never relinquish to another dusty phantom - shelved and forgotten. No, this face belonged to one of the greats who was a combination of mystery and magnetic animal upon the sumptuous big screen. Like him, Di's only obscurity was the glasses she wore to combat terribly near-sighted eyes and her almost ashamed shyness which like a spirit accompanied her everywhere. Slowly... the ghost of a small child now appeared in the back seat - crying and alone - hands folded to her chest. Glenn Miller music echoed into the tiny, lost and lonely sobs. Di shivered and squinted at the freeway ahead while tears flowed down her cheeks and the fluorescent light caught bits of the reflections like tiny crystals. As far back as she could recall the rear seat of a car was where she was told to "hide and keep quiet" -- especially when her Mother was talking about a place called Santa Monica. There was another word her Mother used and her voice changed in tone when that word was spoken. Hollywood. Her Pop would always remain stoic while driving and listening, only occasionally nodding until the whisper of a name vaporized into the backseat like a heavy fog. James Dean. That's when the wind passing by the window became her best friend because tiny as she was -- the sound of that wind was part of him -- and she loved it. Di wiped away the tears from the side of her cheek and turned to her Mother's urn. "Why did you abort me... after I was born?" Learn the Whole Story... Buy "Hollywood Lit" Online at Amazon.Com Contact infomation: DI DEAN HAS laid it all out in her true life non-fiction book (interlaced with some fiction in order to protect the names of certain people that are part of her amazing story). As a child -- she was always hidden. Whether or not you believe she is the true daughter of short lived screen idol, James