I loved L.A. with stars in my eyes,
and dreamed of sipping champagne under papaya skies,
Naïve in the belief that the world was my stage,
where the play of my dream life could be realised.
Nothing to my name but poignant sacrifice,
I would have sold my soul for that Hollywood paradise,
I turned my back on family and friends for a chance at fame,
Knowing deep down that someday I would have to pay the price.
For casting agents’ approval, I travelled mile upon mile,
Praying that just one of them would give me a trial,
But that grating echo of rejection as I was booed off the stage,
left me wandering the streets aimlessly like an unwelcome exile.
Finally, one day, I found an ensemble to which I could belong,
Only to be dropped mercilessly when a renowned actor came along,
Gone was my light at the end of the tunnel, my name never to be in lights,
I’d forever be up against a brick wall, stuck in the same old sad song.
I left Los Angeles all alone with tears in my eyes,
A city where I had lost myself, a city I could not recognise,
Where I’d been cast aside by a snobbish cast and crew I’d failed to engage,
Yet, as long as I captivate audiences, I will continue to rise.