I issue the requisite receptionist-greeting to Mario, a production assistant on the TV show Blind Date. I'm temporarily working at the front-desk.
He responds, "Girl, it's another day in Hollywood. So I'm doin amazin."
There's a pause for my surprised transition to dubious enthusiasm. As a general rule, Hollywood is popular everywhere but within its own borders.
"Oh! That's a good thing?"
"Girl, sometimes I look around me, and I think I'm in a dream. I'm in Hollywood, man! I grew up down South. Pickin' peas and shit." He scoops up the mail and starts down the sunshine-yellow hallway. His pearly whites outshine a backdrop of glossy larger-than-life TV posters.
"Sometimes I look down as I'm walking, and I'm like, 'Lookit' yo feet! Look where they're walkin'!"
Mario is a singer/songwriter. He's been here for 2 years and still has the enthusiasm that just might carry him onto, across, and over the Green Day- dubbed 'boulevard of broken dreams.'
So how am I doing this morning? Renewed. Ready to spend another 8 hours working on my latest TV treatment. Revitalized to chase my own dreams for another day.
UPDATE PS
yep, i stayed in LA. and i'm glad.