Complaint Review: Sheila Rogers - Letterman Show Music Producer - Manhattan New York

Sheila Rogers and I attended the same high school in Palos Verdes Estates and attended orchestra class 4 years. During that time, I won awards over her as a violist that her parents witnessed at awards dinner ceremonies. Sheila had been first chair violinist in her junior high school orchestra and they had high expectations for her. However, in high school in our Freshman year I was enthusiastically applauded the night I received an award for Outstanding Freshman. Sheila's father, a brain surgeon, was in attendance that evening and they both waited for my departure with my boyfriend I attended prom with that year, to congratulate me.

I also won an award over Sheila Rogers two years later, to attend a U.S.C. college student music camp for 1 week. Sheila's mother, a psychiatrist, was present during that ceremony as well. Two years later I received an award for Outstanding Stylist in the well respected P.V.H.S. Jazz Choir.

In my Freshman year, I was viewed as a successful freshman and was invited to my high school prom. Shortly after I was asked, Sheila Rogers got tickets to the prom as well as the competition she initiated began. Sheila Rogers sat next to me and my date's table, and was smoking ciggarettes at 13 trying to act cool.

During a break at a night rehersal for the musical Oklahoma in our Freshman year, Sheila Rogers asked me to come with her on campus somewhere. She didn't tell me where she was leading me. She took me to her stash of pot and shared my first joint with me. I was afraid of Sheila Rogers, she turned me on and I wanted a kiss. Instead I got a wet joint she put completely in her mouth. She pointed out a nark on campus and I didn't turn her in for exposing me to my first drug experience.

During my junior and senior high school years, I fell in love with Sheila Rogers and was terrified of my feelings for her. I was so terrified of the love she made me feel for her, that I joined the high school jazz choir to get involved with another music group.

Sheila Rogers was a wealthy upper class girl in high school who scared the hell out of me. She got a spitfire sports convertible for her 16th birthday and had strong support in her life. I had abusive, socially retarded parents who wanted to imprison me to sadistic manipulation all they could. For instance,I didn't get any allowance in a wealthy neighborhood so I had to clean people's houses in a youth program to get money for the things I needed to buy. My father, a t.v. musician, was an idiot and so was his wife. He had a vintage Fender he got free from the Fender corporation in the 50's he returned to the company with a nasty letter because they didn't give him enough publicity. That guitar could have paid for my collge education. My parents made my life difficult and wanted me to suffer for their jealousy that they felt I had it easy compared to their teenage years.

Sheila Rogers was a huge tease and turn on. She flirted with me from across the classroom and never let me into her life at all. She was never a friend, but really an enemy who wanted to destroy me. I spent a lot of time thinking about her in my life and she gave me nothing to grasp of anything real. It was as if she was just an illusion and the feelings she inspired, a cruel hoax. She played the role of a friend by hugging me on graduation day, but she never spent any time with me beyond school functions. She never got to know me or my feelings I had developed for her. I was completley closeted and afraid to ever let Sheila Rogers know my feelings.

In 1981, Sheila Rogers approached me in her vehicle 3 years after our graduating high school. I had worked out at my gym that day as I always did. Sheila expressed a lot of happiness and emotion in approaching me in her car, wanting to speak with me. I drove past her, calling her name and didn't stop because I was afraid of what might transpire and that I'd be rejected and humiliated as a l*****n who wanted to kiss her.

Later, a few of Sheila's friends, Ms. Tush of Hermosa Beach, and another P.V.H.S. classmate were sent down to my gym to play with my mind and introduce hallucianegenics into my mind state - mushrooms. They were friends of Sheila trying to mess me up for passing her that day. Sheila clearly wanted revenge. I had seen her again shortly after, and she expressed anger towards me in her car. She took it personally and was passionate in her hatred for me in what I witnessed that day.

I went up to visit Sheila at her parents house, and she smiled in my face acting like nothing was wrong, saying she was happy to see me. What she really was thinking was how she could stick a knife in my back as she smiled in my face. I was naive still back then and didn't realize the danger I was in. She flirted with me and winked at me saying maybe she'd bump into me one day. The reality is, Sheila Rogers really hated me and wanted me punished for her warped perceptions of me.

Sheila later sicked her two powerful professional parents on me out of punishment - her pscyhitarist mother and brain surgeon father. They wanted me in a mental hospital for being hot for their daughter. Mr. Rogers had me fired from a temp job where I was about to be hired at T.R.W. Sheila got a job at Rolling Stone Magazine as the Random Notes Writter while Dr. Rogers was getting me fired and wanting me in a mental hostpiral (flash back to age 13 please to see what I'm alluding too).

I'm a talented singer, I was meant to be a singer and recording artist. The Rogers tried to destroy my life and were playing manipulative games. I got a restraining order, and during this order, Sheila and her girlfriend came into a restaurant I frequented, to try and get me all riled up. I just cried and left. Sheila was sitting there with her legs spread, glancing over at me. I left in tears.

I was once totally in love with Sheila Rogers. I would have done anything for her. She made me her enemy and sicked her parents on me. She never got to know me, and introduced drugs into my life. I could have turned her over to the school nark and ruined her future, but I didn't. Instead, she gradually tried to destroy my future. All I wanted was a kiss and friendship from Sheila Rogers. She gave me nothing but anxiety, torture and sadistic abuse throuhout my life.

Had Sheila Rogers not had deep green eyes, I doubt I would have been so hooked on her. It all came down to the color of her eyes and a little of her magnetism and my delusional, highly suggstive mind and little else.

Sheila Rogers has been given so much in her life, it was completely unecessary to try and destroy my life. I have real talent and needed support. I'm going to be a very late bloomer thanks to Sheila Rogers meddling in my life, giving me so little in return for the emotional web she involved me in with her egotistical needs to be worshipped as a gooddess.

Sheila drove a spitfire at 16, I cleaned houses to buy a fricken moped. Give me a break. I went to jail 2 weeks because Sheila Rogers turned my fax to Rolling Stone over to the police. She was vicious, cruel and I never even got a kiss out of all the suffering I went through.

I was totally ripped off my Sheila Rogers and her family. I have damages in the millions. I really have talent - I'm serious. I was supposed to have been a recording artist jazz singer. I'm only now starting to get with it at 46 recording music in my home studio. These people f***ed with my life and trashed me. They wanted me instatutionalized. I haven't had sex but for once in 20 years. Sheila Rogers f***ed up my life for years and is a cruel cold hearted b***h I couldn't even get a kiss out of. She gets nominated for Emmy's now as part of Letterman's music production team. Give me a break!

Cheryl San Francisco, California
U.S.A.