Curtis Price

CURTIS PRICEJan. 14, 2013, 7:15 p. m. - Curtis Price has worked as a fashion model, singer and actor but years after his success in New York City, Price has returned to Texas with an unfulfilled dream as a singer. He stood in the middle of his apartment, eyes closed for a moment. In his head, he was hearing the music, the instruments backing him up, supporting him on his imaginary stage as he listened for his cue. "Oh, my love, my darling, I've hungered for your touch a long, lonely time. "Curtis Price, 59, sang with his head tilted back, a sweet, rich baritone coming from his throat. You couldn't listen to him without feeling the magic of that voice. Midway through the second verse, his voice cracked. Price stopped, snapping out of the dream. He knows his voice is a little rusty. He needs rehearsing, but he's still got it, that way of making people feel what he's feeling, the emotion he's pouring into a song. All he needs is the band. Price, born in Woodsboro, fell in love with music the way so many did, singing in the church choir. Shy as a kid, he could sing if there wasn't an audience, but standing in front of the congregation, his confidence would ebb, fading away as so many pairs of eyes stared. Forget those people out there, his cousin told him. The trick was, she said, to just look up and over them. Look past the audience and sing. He was a shy kid, but something came alive in him when he was singing. He hated to be stared at, but at the same time he had this hunger in him to be known. He was going to be famous, he told all his friends. They would laugh and nod, but he thought it would happen. When Little Richard performed in Corpus Christi, Price and his friends didn't have enough money to get in and see the great entertainer, but they crept in through a hole in the fence and Price, with that unshakeable confidence of a 16-year-old, made his way back stage to meet the famed artist. He was a singer, too, he told Richard. "Well, let's hear you sing something," Richard said. He sang the song that had won him the high school talent contest: "The Sweetest Letter. "Richard was impressed, inviting Price to his hotel for a brunch the next morning, but Price got scared and didn't show up. Soon after, he left home, taking off with some friends to Florida looking to play in a band and make it big. It was always about "making it big" back then. He ended up stranded in Florida and had to hitch a ride home. But after arriving home, he didn't stay long. The drive to be somebody sent him back out on the road to Hollywood. His uncle dropped him off on Hollywood Boulevard with $21 in his pocket and a plan to be famous. He was going to sing or act, and people would know his name.

It was the 1960s, and he fell in with some hippies living on the roof of a building. He lived there, too, taking odd jobs and depending on luck and the kindness of strangers to get him through until his big break came. He was a handsome kid, average height but slim with a good build, toffee-colored skin drawn over high-cheekbones and patrician nose that made up a face that caught you in its latent beauty. He had never acted much, but he thought he could, and he knew he had a voice. It was just a question of finding his way in.

The door didn't open in Hollywood, but he found himself in New York City and soon he was working as a model, being photographed by some of the great fashion photographers of the late 1960s and early 1970s. That led to auditions and some acting roles - a part in an off-Broadway play, a big role in a play put on in Harlem. He auditioned for "Sanford and Son," had people telling him he was going to make it big. He was working as a model and the kind of money he had never seen growing up in Texas was pouring in, and he spent it like water. He got a small part in a blaxsploitation film and a larger role in the film "Baby Needs a New Pair of Shoes. "This was going to be his ticket to the big time, but the film was an unmitigated flop. If anyone made it through the project, they probably didn't walk away talking about that handsome man with that small role - a character who was going to make it big in illegal gambling. Price kept at it, making appearances on "The Dick Clark Show" and making money doing photo shoots. He was in advertisements, smiling and modeling a cream-colored bell-bottomed jumper in one photo, a sweater in another. His face was like a sculpture and he wasn't lacking work. Life hadn't gone the way he had expected, but he still hoped it would turn around, that his big break would come. Then his portfolio was stolen, every material he had that would get him the jobs and prove he had worked with some of the biggest names in fashion. He had never really doubted that his dream would come true. Not when his father grew angry and heavy handed with him.