Complaint Review: Ron Eckstine - Beverly Hills California

"It doesn't get any bigger than this..." are the EXACT words Ron Eckstine told a very naive 23 year old young woman about six years ago in March 2002.

Just like like Samantha (another poster here of ROR) I, too was SHOCKED when I ran across this website to find all of these complaint reports against a man (and I use the term loosely) I had personally met and sadly....slept with.

and Jen (another poster here and I'm sure there are several more who are just too ashamed to come forward) was RIGHT ON THE MONEY when she stated "He mainly preys on new, or new to LA, very good looking racially mixed young females." As I am/was NEW to the business and AM of racially mixed heritage. He also told me not to date, get married or go to school. And parents to STAY AWAY!

I want to begin my report (technically speaking my TRUE story as is recorded in my diary as the events unfolded) by stating that my intention is not to bash another person as that is not in my character. I simply want to speak of my EXPERIENCES with this Ron Eckstine person by sharing a couple of my very,very private diary entries. (I've been keeping a diary since I was ten and am constantly writing everything that has happened to me EXACTLY as it's happened...word for word)

And because Ron Eckstine actually "liked me" (or so he claimed) I also have in my possession photos of him (some intimate some not) and of Bethany, an 18 year old (at the time) girl/singer with a shock of really long reddish curls and whom he was trying to make into the next "Mariah Carey"....and which the public still has yet to hear a "peep" from her 6 years later) as well as video footage of Ron, Bethany and the girl group "Volume" in very private settings and in which you can see Ron the PERVERT literally ZOOMING the lens right onto the butts of the Volume girls as they're walking and chatting in front of him. They were wearing gowns but so TIGHT it made them look like blow up dolls.

He also filmed ME dancing "suggestively" for him inside our hotel room at the Fountain Bleu in Florida. He wanted me to remove my dress completely but I refused and only hiked it up a bit to show him my thighs. Mind you, this was on the very FIRST day I met him.

Ron contacted me FIRST when he spotted one of my head shots on the internet. His very first email to me read just like this:

2:12 pm March 3, 2002 Sunday: "Your Pic is beautiful. My compliments.

I'd like to hear you sing. I'm an Artist Personal Manager based in Los Angeles, I've recording projects in LA, that are adding singers."

Now this is very wonderful, only one catch. I've NEVER sang for people-only once a very long time ago in the 4th or 5th grade in my music class when the teacher put a mike to my mouth and I sang Whitney Houston's "Greatest Love of All." But regardless of that "catch" I auditioned for him over the phone by singing one of Janet Jackson's songs "When I think of you."

Diary Entry:9:05 am March 10, 2002 Sunday

Ron: "You have a really soft voice. It's going to need some work."

Me: "OK"

In other words...He already knew I COULDN'T sing right off the bat.

Ron: "I will get you a voice coach. He will teach you to do what I need you to do."

Me: "Ok. Ron,(and happily added) I got a chance to read your biography and I want to compliment you on your amazing achievements!"

(I read his biography on his website where he's lying down wearing black pants and with the girl group "Volume" right behind him.)

Ron: "Why, thank you."

Me: "I didn't know you could sound so normal over the phone and be responsible for so many exciting things."

Ron: "Well, I've been busy."

Me: "So, you've worked with Michael Jackson?" (He claimed he provided some beats for his Off the Wall album, yet I never found his name in the album credits)

Ron: "Yes, I know him well."

Me: "Was he nice?"

Ron: "Yes, I met him when he was still with the Jackson 5....before he turned white and all that stuff."

I squealed as I was and still am a HUGE Michael Jackson Fan.

Ron: "When I met him again during Off The Wall he had just gotten his nose done. All of his brothers...ALL OF THEM...were doing that. And he should had stopped there. He was a VERY good looking young man!"

Me: "Yes, I liked him in his video Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough."

He agreed.

Me:"Did you get his autograph?"

Ron: "Well, when you're working with a person that you see everyday you just don't think about that."

Ron aspires to be a BIG TIME producer like Quincey Jones and Berry Gordy.

Me: (knowingly)"You want to be Big like Berry Gordy and Quincey Jones..."

Ron: "Yes, toward those terms" and added. "I've got a good feeling about you."

I quickly and UNFORTUNATELY came to find out that this "Good Feeling" had nothing to do with singing.

Diary Entry:7:55 pm March 17, 2002 Sunday

Three weeks into my phone relationship with "Ronnie" (As he wanted me to affectionatly call him by now) my father was very persistent in that atleast my brother gets to speak with him.

Ron:(Very Firmly, even defensively you might say) "Once you reach a certain "Peak" in your career you don't need to explain yourself anymore...It's beneath me!"

Me: "Please Ronnie, just do me this favor!" (I pleaded and handed the phone to my brother. MY family was VERY curious about this Ron Eckstine guy-especially my father. WHO WAS THIS GUY?? That was so secretive with his only daughter??)

Ron to my brother: "I don't need to explain myself to a nineteen year old boy!" He snapped.

Ron then explained to me that it's also because the parents of the artists twist things around, they still don't believe him and think he's just a smooth talker.

Ron: "Let's be honest here, this isn't about who's going to kill you. This is about who's going to sleep with you. Let's be honest. They want to protect girl's body parts." and he added, "I know girls are going to do what they want to do with their body parts anyway. I learned that a long time ago. Don't let them scare you...(And then he gave me an ultimatum.) "Until I have the artist right here BREATHING ON ME, I can't take further steps."

And so it was on April 23, 2002 that I left home for the VERY FIRST TIME at age 23 and headed to Beverly Hills, California. But not before Ron came down to Florida for a music convention to meet with me FIRST. Prior to that meeting we had another phone conversation regarding record sales. I was interested in how the business aspect of it really worked now that I was a member (or so I NAIVELY thought) of the girl group Volume.

Me: "If Volume sells 7 million cds, what is OURshare? What is YOUR share? break it down."

Ron: "Well, the record company takes 90% of the money. They don't go by copies sold, they go by dollar amounts. If it's 100 million dollars they take 90%. We stay with 7 million, I as your manager gets 10% and you as the group will divide it amongst each other."

Me: "You know, I don't know how other artists may feel, but I think it's a blessing just having your face out there."

Ron: "The way an artist REALLY makes money is on tour."

Me: "Oh, because of the ticket sales?"

Ron: "Yeah. The cd sales the company gets. A record deal will be negotiated for you girls. Don't worry"

Me: (breathlessly) "I am speechlessly happy!"

Ron: " I am happy that you're happy."

This "Happiness" of course, will be short lived...and his TRUE colors will come out later one night in the Fountain Bleu.

Diary Entry:9:05 pm March 24, 2002 Sunday

Together on the bed at the Foutain Bleu hotel room. Ron begins his smooth seduction of my body and mind by stroking my legs with the palms of his hands, telling me how smooth they felt. The very first time he stroked my body he creeped his way beside me on the bed where I was laying (the room had double beds) and not only did my legs but my belly as well. It's almost as if he knew EXACTLY where to touch to turn on a woman's body.

That was also the day of my first real, "physical" (meaning in person) singing audition for him in which he filmed me with his Sony video camera. He brought with him 9 lyric sheets of "songs" he wanted me to learn and perform. These weren't "group" songs either but solo songs and I felt rather special that he was already considering me as a solo act. Bethany had come along but remained in the next room right next to ours. Ron said he was spending $1800 for him and Bethany to stay at the Fountain Bleu for 3 nights. And that they spent $7,000 just to get to Florida.

Ron played with my body twice on our first meeting. Deep in my heart I knew it was wrong and I know what kind of category that places me in in some people's minds but you have to remember that I fit the EXACT category of girls this smooth talking, Scumbag goes after. Desperate, hungry for fame, and very, very NAIVE to the business. I had no other experience to show business prior to my encounter with Ron Eckstine. However, I was a virgin and was firm with him when I told him "Whatever happens I can't go all the way." His reply to that was "Oh, I see." But there was NEVER any real penetration, just alot of really, HEAVY petting....and oral sex. He never gave ME oral sex but he demanded that I give HIM oral sex.

Ron: (After we made love) "You're a great girl!"

Me: (Blushing) "You see, that flatters me." And when I was looking out the hotel window he walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I decided to ask him, "Are you rich like you want to be?"

Ron: "I'm comfortable." (He replied without hesitance.)

Me: "But you want to be rich, like Quincey Jones, right?"

Ron: "I don't mind having a hundred million dollar paycheck coming in."

Me: "Have you seen alot of celebrities here in Florida?"

Ron: "You're the only celebrity I know in Florida..."

Me: "So, am I the first girl that you've felt this way about, not like "You're the only one baby" like guys like to say?"

Ron: (nodding with a smile) "No, I've never been like that. I've always been true with my feelings."

Me: (still not satisfied) "But like your instincts tell you that we're going to make beautiful music together?"

Ron:(With a confident tone) "I'M CONVINCED."

And when he was giving me the lyric sheets he said, he wouldn't had brought them if he really wouldn't had liked me.

Me: (Crying happily) "I'm going to Practice! Practice! Practice!"

Diary Entry:(Time unknown) April 7, 2002 Sunday

Indeed, Ronnie and I are going to be Lovers. There's no question about it...especially after our first INTENSE conversation on April 3rd, 2002 Wednesday. Ron called me. He's been calling me regularly as a matter of fact just to say "hello."

Me: "well, I've been studying the songs everyday. I don't know what else to tell you." We spoke of a few other topics before it began...

Me: "Ronnie?"

Ron: "yes."

Me: "Naaah, I was going to ask you something personal." (I was chickening out.)

Ron: (firmly) "Just ask me. Ask me."

Me: "Do you think about our moment together?" (Referring to our love making.)

Ron: "I sure do. All the time...It makes me get hard."

Me: (Giggling) "You see! That's why I didn't wanna bring it up. Now you're thinking about it."

Ron: "Does it turn you on a little?"

Me:(Catching my breath) "A little? I can't even begin to describe it."

Ron: "Oh, it's that good?"

Me: "I liked when you kissed me."

Ron: "Yeah, that was nice. You're a very pretty girl." And he added, "You liked when I kissed you on your neck. You liked that right?"

Me: (Whispering) "Yeah."

By now the conversation had really TURNED ME ON. He had my naiveness so carefully manipulated that it was hard for me to think clearly by this point.

Ron: (In a deep hungry voice-it seemed as if he was masturbating himself) "Why don't you bring your little neck over here...."

Me: "Ohhhh, Ronnie....Don't talk like that....." (I cried softly)

Ron: "If you were here right now, that's probably what we'll be doing....You know I'm going to suggest it...."

Me: "Yeaaah."

Ron: "Are you in your bedroom...on your bed?"

Me: "Yes."

Ron: "What are you wearing?"

Me: "My little skirt."

Ron: "What color panties are you wearing...pink....white?"

Me: "Blue" (I lied- I was wearing NO panties but I didn't really feel like telling him that.) "What...you want me to take off my panties?"

Ron: "Yes. I want you to take them off. Will you play with yourself for me?"

Me: (adamantly) "Somebody could just barge in."

Ron: "Oh, they do that over there?"

Me: "Yes." (And was thankful when he didn't persist anymore.)

Ron: "I'm going to send you the tape." (Still breathing/moaning in a sexual way.)

Me: "Ok, buuuh-ye."

Ron: "Bye."

And God how I WISHED I would had said GOOD-BYE for good after that phone call for if I had I would have avoided my humiating trip to California in which once again he used my body and then disposed of me like yesterday's newspaper. I will NEVER EVER forget those words when he had me sitting on his floor and him sitting on his couch looking up at him...."I'm sending you back to Florida." Simply because he realized that I couldn't sing a single note.

Yet, everything else he conveniently forgot. Our mutual conversations, our love-making, our pleasant hellos, he even told me "I'm keeping you forever"....it all meant NOTHING. If he couldn't use you to make money off of you for his so-called "management" company you're basically TOAST.

He also had quite an infatuation with that Bethany girl. As you may recall me mentioning he wanted to make her into the next "Mariah Carey" as that is the look he had her vying for. The super skimpy outfits, the super long curly hair (when Mariah wore it that way that is) the high pitched songs he selected for her and as far as the girl group Volume went, Ysobel seemed to be the lead singer...and I believe he was sleeping with her, too. Because when I stayed in his apartment and he finished sleeping with me he'll disappear in the middle of the night....and I knew Ysobel was sleeping in the next room.

Truthfully,if I go on instincts alone he was sleeping with ALL the girls. I even witnessed an "audition" Another young pretty girl auditioned for him in his living room as I was peeking out of his bedroom. He was all smiles as usual and giving her praise. But later told me that she wasn't hitting the right notes just like me. I also noticed a "Singing Contract" sitting right on top of his television set. I was later sad that he never offered to make me sign a contract but am now RELIEVED (after stumbling upon this site) that he hadn't as I would had signed MY LIFE away. As a poster mentioned here that girls literally become this man's property and as you have witnessed via our personal conversations he is the SMOOTHEST of the SMOOTHEST out there in La La Land.

And I also witnessed him emailing another potential client/Victim and in what I was able to make out as I stood a couple of feet behind him watching him type away looking at his big screen television set in which he had the internet hooked up to (so he can do his dirty deeds) he was telling her the EXACT same things that he's been telling EVERY and ANY girl he wants to seduce. "If you don't come you're missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime...Your parents are getting in the way...When you grow old you're going to regret you didn't take the chance and blah, blah, blah!"

He will call me occassionally after he sent me back home...the NERVE...as if nothing happened. But this time I truly had had enough of this cold, heartless, calculating EVIL man and literally HUNGED up on him. I understand that to some of you this may look like a "Tell-all" novel, book or possibly even a "jilted lover's" rant (or whatever BOGUS conclusions you'd like to spin it as) but like I said at the very beginning, I've been keeping personal diaries since the age of ten and am constantly writing down my experiences, meaning, ACTUAL conversations I find interesting enough from the people I encounter in my life. And because this Ron Eckstine person manipulated my life, too like so many other unsuspecting girls out there I felt the NEED to expose him as he REALLY is and apparently STILL IS! A smooth talking, manipulative, lying, backstabbing, Not true to his words (as he likes to claim that he is) FRAUD!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ladies....you've been warned.

STAY AWAY FROM RON ECKTINE!!!

Victim of ron eckstine

Opa Locka, Florida

U.S.A.