Auditions are attractive…
Auditions are daunting…
Auditions are opportunistic…
But they are not the opportunity for you.
If anything…
You are the opportunity for the audition.
Casting directors see and respond to calls from starving starlets constantly.
The competition to be the next “It” girl is fierce.
Brutal…
Cutthroat…
The rejection rate is over 90%.
Because to be the next Marilyn…
In this day and age…
You’re delusional.
To be the next Angelina…
Well…
Let’s see what you’ve got.
Because the stakes to make it in Hollywood are sky high.
You want to see your name on the infamous Walk of Fame…
Then tell me—
What are you willing to do?
How much of your life are you willing to sacrifice?
Your family…
Your friends…
Yourself…
Who are you willing to lower your standards for?
Because no big-shot director or producer truly cares.
They say they do.
But never about you.
Only what they can take from you.
The starving starlet.
Because they will consume you.
Your desire for stardom…
The glitz…
The glamour…
It’s just an idea.
You don’t actually want to be famous.
You gravitate toward the idea of fame.
Because the reality of it—
The cost of it—
Means sacrificing yourself.
Literally.
Hollywood…
The sign on the hills…
It grabs you.
Makes you stop.
Makes you turn around and look…
And suddenly you’re thinking—
“Wait… what am I missing?”
Because where you come from…
There are no signs like that.
No lights calling your name.
No illusion of something bigger waiting for you.
And that’s all it takes.
No joke…
Just a sign.
And what exactly did that sign produce?
Icons.
Legends.
Names the world memorized…
Long before it ever understood them.
One became the ultimate sex symbol, a bombshell so desired the world couldn't look away. But in death, her body was not her own. Marilyn Monroe was found naked and lifeless, and within hours, photos of her corpse were being taken and publicly released. Her funeral director publicly critiqued her appearance, even auctioning off her hair and prosthetics. The man who buried her face-down above her so he could "lie on top of her" and the publisher who printed her nudes without her full consent were laid to rest beside her. Her very grave is a monument to how little control she ever had.
Another was built to shine, a global powerhouse whose name became synonymous with strength and beauty, until the public decided she was too strange, too much. She was dissected in the tabloids, her every move a headline, her identity erased and replaced by a narrative she couldn't control.
A third found the modern fairy tale, a dynasty of fame and influence the world envied, only to have her entire breakdown broadcast live, her humanity stripped away for public consumption under the guise of "concern."
If you know the stories…
You already know how this ends.
Because some people don’t just chase the sign…
Some people answer when it calls back.
And by the time they realize what it’s asking for…
There’s nothing left of them to take back.
Maybe Hollywood’s glamour…
Isn’t a lie.
Not illegal…
Not even entirely false…
But deeply misleading.
Because that very sign…
Depends on people just like you.
People willing to believe in something bigger…
Before they understand what it asks in return.
It doesn’t chase you.
It doesn’t force you.
It waits.
And when you finally step toward it…
You think it’s an opportunity.
But it already decided…
What you were worth.
And some people…
Don’t just get noticed.
They get chosen.
***Check out this post from 2014, that illustrates the horrors of Hollywood..
https://nightmarenookhorrorblog.blogspot.com/2014/11/does-hollywood-need-exorcist.html
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