They say it takes ten years to become an overnight success.
As I gazed at the room of starlets, all beaming with nominations and accolades, I couldn’t help but wonder if the same rule applied to them.
In the land of LA, and it is indeed a land unto itself, you are surrounded by beautiful women every minute of the day. In the plastic surgery capital of the world, everyone can be beautiful; and everyone is.
So, LA is one thing. But when you happen to cross the uncrossable tape and enter into the Land of the Stars, beauty takes on a whole different dimension. Women actually sparkle. Men, literally glisten.
And, there I stood, in the middle of it all. Smack dab in the center of all of this glistening sparkle. Listening to whispers of promises and movies to be made. A world that, at one time, only existed in my world on the little television set I watched growing up.
Something suddenly struck me. I didn’t feel out-of-place. There wasn’t an ounce in my body that didn’t believe that I belonged there. I felt as talented, as capable and as deserving, as any other “star” in that ballroom. I felt proud of myself. Proud that I had done the work, that I had trained, that I had persevered and that I had gotten myself to this point in my life and I felt very happy!
And as Quentin Tarantino passed by, all I could think was how I wished my father were alive.
He would have enjoyed this.