On a March day in 2012, Ron Miscavige out of the blue left Golden Era

Productions where he was working as a trumpet player in the Church of

Scientology’s band without a single word to his co-workers or band mates. These were the very people he had worked with for nearly thirty years. Not a phone call, a letter or even a single goodbye to any of them before or since.

Four years later to make a buck off the name and accomplishments of his son, Ron concocted a tale and all of a…