And while I enjoyed Arthur Laurents' work, I know of a particularly cruel casting couch episode that never made me fond of the man.
Laurents was on the original board of directors for the New York City Gay Men's Chorus, and he was a total horror. I think the only good thng he did - and I believe he was the source - was to involve Steve Sondheim to the Chorus. He got his nose bent out of joint over a medley of songs from "La Cage aux Folles" that I had arranged, sent the Chorus MD a nasty note condemning the medley and me, and resigned. As Mary Rodgers Guettel said about him a couple of years ago, "Call me when he's dead."
I love his play "Invitation to a March," which is essentially "The Sleeping Beauty" set in the Hamptons.