Hollywood, Je T'aime
I was walking to my Saturday union commercial audition, after finally having found parking, and headed over to the casting office. On my way, I pass by a gentleman with his camera, pointing it to the hills behind me. He is taking a picture of the Hollywood sign.
It hit me all over again, that this is a town filled with artists, musicians, creatives, and all of them, all of us, are dreamers. Staring in excitement, people are taking pictures of the same thing that filled me with awe when I first moved here; I used to stare at the Hollywood sign and wonder what it held for me. What it would feel like if I worked among the Hollywood Elite. Would I be the person others would come up to and thank for a performance that rang true to them and helped them heal? Would I be the person others would feel like they already know because of having seen me in their home every week for ten years? Would I be the person I always dreamed I could be?
Los Angeles is a magical metropolis where wishes come true. I have to remember that I moved here to dance in the pixie dust that others swear is smog.
I had two auditions and a booking today. I am in love with this town.