Do you believe some people have the ability to predict the future? We at Snoop McSneak Celebrity Magazine did not...until we met a man. The Happy man is what they call him and he's as much a part of Hollywood as the Hollywood Sign. He gave an exclusive look into one of his past encounters.
Welcome to Hollywood - Three Fates
Welcome to Hollywood - Three Fates
By the Happy Man
16 yrs ago.
The Happy Man stood behind the little table which displayed his wares...Lucky Charms, Mantles to ward off evil, love bracelet...anything and everything dealing with the mystical. He watched the people come and go, some in hurried steps, others leisurely but all with the same dream...to take Hollywood by storm. He noticed the blond girl slowly making her way
towards him and he suddenly felt uneasy. A feeling that intesified when she finally stopped in front of his table of wares.
The Happy man cleared his throat and began his chant...one he had repeated every day for the past 30yrs.
"Welcome to Hollywood! Everybody comes to Hollywood got a dream. What's your dream? What's your dream? Ay girl! Ay! What's yours girl?"
“To be a star” The words fell out her mouth before she could stop herself.
“Ay, what’s that you said girl?”
The happy man asked, not because he hadn’t heard her but because he hoped he had heard wrong. A Star?! Surely the girl who stood before him didn’t have the delusions that she could be a star. He had spent over 30 yrs on the streets of Sunset Blvd. He had seen more stars than the heavens can hold, he knew by now who had star quality and who didn’t. This one before him…Nah, he had definitely heard wrong.
“Now girl speak up, the happy man cannot hear ya…ehhh…the happy Man is a little hard on hearing” Yes that should do it.
He watched and counted the expressions on her face as it changed…Three. The girl had only three facial expressions. The happy man cleared his throat again...
“Ya, scared girl?”
She shook her head. He was getting impatient…that was not something he felt easily but she was getting on his nerves just standing there with her three facial expressions.
“Alrighty then, if ya have nothing to tell the happy man….”
“I wanna be a star!” She blurted.
Goddamn it! He hadn’t heard wrong. Now how was he to tell the girl that stood before him she had no chance in hell of becoming a star in Hollywood. He needed to buy some time...
“A star…like the…ehh….” Think! Think! He urged himself “….like the ones on the radio?”
She shook her head, aghast that we would suggest something like that. The happy man looked at her and counted…Okay four expressions.
No Radio?” he inquired innocently. This time she didn’t bother responding “No Radio. So Star….like…ehmmm…on TV?”
That was a stretch but….with four facial expressions….eh…she could still cut it as a TV star and that was it. Anything more than that….The Horror! He couldn’t even bring himself to go there. He thought and took a shuddering breath. For the first time in 30 yrs, the happy man was not so happy.
“No, I don’t wanna do TV” she responded and immediately pouted. Okay…it seemed she got that one down pat…the whiny–I deserve- Better-than-this attitude. Eh…maybe she would have a long shelf life on TV, after all. People seem to love the whiny little girl lost types on TV, personally, he didn’t see the appeal. He loved him a strong and independent woman….much like his wife, bless soul. Why, that was a woman who made all women….
“Come on…tell me, tell me” She whined and stumped her foot.
The happy man drew back, eyebrows raised. Hell No! She did not just do that?! What was she…Ten? He estimated her age to be between 20 and 23, she was built small and had a lost puppy look but that DID NOT excuse the stumping of the feet. Maybe he was reacting so strongly to her because she had interrupted him while he was thinking about his lovely wife. He composed himself and smiled…the kind of smile that said “Oh you gonna get it now Biatch”
“So what kind of star do you wanna be?” He asked"
"I wanna be a Movie Star"
The happy man hid his laughter behind a cough. A movie star? Who the hell had been fooling this poor child? A movie star? He knew this was Hollywood and weirder things had happened but this...this one....a movie star? Never!
"Honey..." Honey? He never called anyone honey, not even his dear wife...Bless her Soul. Oh his dear wife, the Loveliest woman he.....
"Sooooo? Hello.....I'm I gonna be a movie star or what?"
Gaddamit! This girl was gonna make him commit....something.
"Honey..." He began again "ya sure you don't wanna be a TV star? They make a lot of money, they are more recognized and more endeared in the hearts of millions. Why, the audience will think they know you so well, you'd be like their friend....."
He stopped, when he saw the look on her face.
"Ewwwwww TV?....Yuck!" she made gagging noises.
At that very moment, he had a very strong urge to smack her.
"What is wrong with TV?"
"Helloooo, don't you know with TV you can't be the only star? I'm gonna have to share the screen with others? Tell me one show that isn't an ensemble....I don't think so." She said, derision seeping into her voice.
Heavens, someone.....someone really bad.....evil even, had told this girl lies, Big Whoppers...that should could be more than a TV star. The happy man was too shocked for words. This girl who was supposed to be praying to her maker for a good supporting casts on a lame TV show, was rejecting the only medium that will conceal her mediocrity. Oh, now he had heard everything. He realized she was still talking
".....the Red Carpet with my husband and everyone...." Husband? Had she said husband?
"Husband?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm gonna marry a movie star and he's gonna love me and do things for me and he'll tell me I'm his queen and he....."
Oh, he could not listen to this anymore.
"And where would you meet this paragon of a man?"
He wasn't exaggerating, it would take a saint to put up with....with this. He watched with surprise as the girl gave him a very sly smile
"Oh, I have my ways..." She told him.
For the first time in 30 yrs. (Yes, the happy Man wasn't oblivious to the fact that he had a lot of firsts in the minutes he'd spent with this girl) Anyway, for the first time in 30 yrs, the happy man knew he had miscalculated. He had underestimated this girl. No, this wasn't just another slip of a girl who had dreams of becoming a star, the kind who after years of toiling to no avail, would leave Hollywood with their tails behind their legs. No, this one would do anything.....anything at all to make it in Hollywood. Suddenly, he felt sorry....not for her but anyone who made the mistake of getting in her way.
"So am I gonna be a movie star and will I marry one?"
Now that he could see her for what she really was, he saw her future clearly. Holy Moly, this girl was gonna do it! She would get the guy, the poor, poor guy and he would be a one of the good ones too. Ain't that life. The good ones always get caught by the....
"Well?" she asked impatiently.
The happy man swore to himself that if she stumped her foot, he WOULD smack her. Fortunately, she didn't, instead she flared her nostrils and swung her arms around like an octopus.
"Yes..." He began but stopped, he didn't feel right telling her this but he had no choice. People came to him for readings....they wanted know what their future held. Seeing the future was his blessing.....and now his curse.
"Yes, you'll be a star and you'll marry a Movie star" he hoped she wouldn't notice he had left out the word movie from hers. She didn't....of course she wouldn't. She was too busy jumping in glee.
"Tell me more! Tell me more!" she urged,
He had to pull back for fear her swinging arms might just come reach out smack HIM
"Well, I see friends in your future"he continued
"Oh, that's soooo believable. Everyone likes me. What else?"
"You'll be known as the girl who launched the hairstyle of the decade"
"Hmmm, I do have nice hair" she reached up and twirled hair. "Okay..more"
"You'll....you'll incite very deep feelings....oh my…!”
He stopped, took a deep breath and continued
“You’ll provoke…deep emotions in people....women....in secure women who've been hurt or rejected by men"
"Awww, Why?” she whined, then perked up “Oh, I know coz they'll be jealous of me, right? Is that it?"
"Jealous of you...?" he asked incredulously "ehhh… yeah, okay."
"Yeah, I can see that. Gosh, pathetic women make my skin crawl.” To emphasize her point, she began to scratch her arms. “I mean helloooo, don’t they know when to let go? If he doesn’t love you he doesn’t love you. Ugh!Tell me more, please tell me more!"
"You'll throw a party. A long party, it going to be known as the longest pity...ehmm...I mean party of the century"
She gasped and before he knew what hit him, she launched herself at him, he had no choice but to hug her back.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I love parties! I love parties, I am a good hostess. The best…the absolute best. Yeah and everyone will be invited….well not everyone. We don’t want to turn it into a free for all....you know what I mean. Only my dearest and closest friends will be invited…" she let him go, with a dreamy look in her eye, She started to walk away but the Happy Man stopped her.
"Eh....that'll be $10" he quickly told her.
She dipped her hand in her purse and brought out the note. He reached for it but she pulled back
"If all of these come true, I'll come find you"
The Happy man was taken aback
"Eh....there's no need for that young Miss." He said quickly.
"No, now what kinda girl will I be if I didn't...."
"Don't worry about that.....ya…eh….don't hafta come back for me" he said almost pleading now. "Yer jest go about your business....try to forget ye ever met me.....please?"
"Oh, you funny man. Of course I can't forget you." She dropped the note and sashayed across the street.
He watched her disappeared into the crowd of people....dreamers. The Happy Man slumped in his chair dejected. This was a curse, for surely if all he seen came true....which it most certainly will, there will be hell to pay and he'll be the first person writing the check. Well, he had no other choice but to run away....far away. Leave this place he had called home for 30 yrs...Oh he never thought that day would come but what else can be done......unless God took pity on him and sent divine intervention...Yes, that would work...but how...when....wher....
"Excuse me?"
He turned and his eyes landed on the loveliest pair of eyes he'd ever seen. The happy man who was known for talking non-stop, was speechless.
"Are you alright?"
She asked when he continued to stare at her. Mercy me, the man thought. That voice, the eyes, the nose but most of all the lips. Perfection thy name is....he didn't even know her name. She smiled shyly and flipped her long, dark hair.
"Are you the Happy Man?" she asked"
The Happy Man stood behind the little table which displayed his wares...Lucky Charms, Mantles to ward off evil, love bracelet...anything and everything dealing with the mystical. He watched the people come and go, some in hurried steps, others leisurely but all with the same dream...to take Hollywood by storm. He noticed the blond girl slowly making her way
towards him and he suddenly felt uneasy. A feeling that intesified when she finally stopped in front of his table of wares.The Happy man cleared his throat and began his chant...one he had repeated every day for the past 30yrs.
"Welcome to Hollywood! Everybody comes to Hollywood got a dream. What's your dream? What's your dream? Ay girl! Ay! What's yours girl?"
“To be a star” The words fell out her mouth before she could stop herself.
“Ay, what’s that you said girl?”
The happy man asked, not because he hadn’t heard her but because he hoped he had heard wrong. A Star?! Surely the girl who stood before him didn’t have the delusions that she could be a star. He had spent over 30 yrs on the streets of Sunset Blvd. He had seen more stars than the heavens can hold, he knew by now who had star quality and who didn’t. This one before him…Nah, he had definitely heard wrong.
“Now girl speak up, the happy man cannot hear ya…ehhh…the happy Man is a little hard on hearing” Yes that should do it.
He watched and counted the expressions on her face as it changed…Three. The girl had only three facial expressions. The happy man cleared his throat again...
“Ya, scared girl?”
She shook her head. He was getting impatient…that was not something he felt easily but she was getting on his nerves just standing there with her three facial expressions.
“Alrighty then, if ya have nothing to tell the happy man….”
“I wanna be a star!” She blurted.
Goddamn it! He hadn’t heard wrong. Now how was he to tell the girl that stood before him she had no chance in hell of becoming a star in Hollywood. He needed to buy some time...
“A star…like the…ehh….” Think! Think! He urged himself “….like the ones on the radio?”
She shook her head, aghast that we would suggest something like that. The happy man looked at her and counted…Okay four expressions.
No Radio?” he inquired innocently. This time she didn’t bother responding “No Radio. So Star….like…ehmmm…on TV?”
That was a stretch but….with four facial expressions….eh…she could still cut it as a TV star and that was it. Anything more than that….The Horror! He couldn’t even bring himself to go there. He thought and took a shuddering breath. For the first time in 30 yrs, the happy man was not so happy.
“No, I don’t wanna do TV” she responded and immediately pouted. Okay…it seemed she got that one down pat…the whiny–I deserve- Better-than-this attitude. Eh…maybe she would have a long shelf life on TV, after all. People seem to love the whiny little girl lost types on TV, personally, he didn’t see the appeal. He loved him a strong and independent woman….much like his wife, bless soul. Why, that was a woman who made all women….
“Come on…tell me, tell me” She whined and stumped her foot.
The happy man drew back, eyebrows raised. Hell No! She did not just do that?! What was she…Ten? He estimated her age to be between 20 and 23, she was built small and had a lost puppy look but that DID NOT excuse the stumping of the feet. Maybe he was reacting so strongly to her because she had interrupted him while he was thinking about his lovely wife. He composed himself and smiled…the kind of smile that said “Oh you gonna get it now Biatch”
“So what kind of star do you wanna be?” He asked"
"I wanna be a Movie Star"
The happy man hid his laughter behind a cough. A movie star? Who the hell had been fooling this poor child? A movie star? He knew this was Hollywood and weirder things had happened but this...this one....a movie star? Never!
"Honey..." Honey? He never called anyone honey, not even his dear wife...Bless her Soul. Oh his dear wife, the Loveliest woman he.....
"Sooooo? Hello.....I'm I gonna be a movie star or what?"
Gaddamit! This girl was gonna make him commit....something.
"Honey..." He began again "ya sure you don't wanna be a TV star? They make a lot of money, they are more recognized and more endeared in the hearts of millions. Why, the audience will think they know you so well, you'd be like their friend....."
He stopped, when he saw the look on her face.
"Ewwwwww TV?....Yuck!" she made gagging noises.
At that very moment, he had a very strong urge to smack her.
"What is wrong with TV?"
"Helloooo, don't you know with TV you can't be the only star? I'm gonna have to share the screen with others? Tell me one show that isn't an ensemble....I don't think so." She said, derision seeping into her voice.
Heavens, someone.....someone really bad.....evil even, had told this girl lies, Big Whoppers...that should could be more than a TV star. The happy man was too shocked for words. This girl who was supposed to be praying to her maker for a good supporting casts on a lame TV show, was rejecting the only medium that will conceal her mediocrity. Oh, now he had heard everything. He realized she was still talking
".....the Red Carpet with my husband and everyone...." Husband? Had she said husband?
"Husband?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm gonna marry a movie star and he's gonna love me and do things for me and he'll tell me I'm his queen and he....."
Oh, he could not listen to this anymore.
"And where would you meet this paragon of a man?"
He wasn't exaggerating, it would take a saint to put up with....with this. He watched with surprise as the girl gave him a very sly smile
"Oh, I have my ways..." She told him.
For the first time in 30 yrs. (Yes, the happy Man wasn't oblivious to the fact that he had a lot of firsts in the minutes he'd spent with this girl) Anyway, for the first time in 30 yrs, the happy man knew he had miscalculated. He had underestimated this girl. No, this wasn't just another slip of a girl who had dreams of becoming a star, the kind who after years of toiling to no avail, would leave Hollywood with their tails behind their legs. No, this one would do anything.....anything at all to make it in Hollywood. Suddenly, he felt sorry....not for her but anyone who made the mistake of getting in her way.
"So am I gonna be a movie star and will I marry one?"
Now that he could see her for what she really was, he saw her future clearly. Holy Moly, this girl was gonna do it! She would get the guy, the poor, poor guy and he would be a one of the good ones too. Ain't that life. The good ones always get caught by the....
"Well?" she asked impatiently.
The happy man swore to himself that if she stumped her foot, he WOULD smack her. Fortunately, she didn't, instead she flared her nostrils and swung her arms around like an octopus.
"Yes..." He began but stopped, he didn't feel right telling her this but he had no choice. People came to him for readings....they wanted know what their future held. Seeing the future was his blessing.....and now his curse.
"Yes, you'll be a star and you'll marry a Movie star" he hoped she wouldn't notice he had left out the word movie from hers. She didn't....of course she wouldn't. She was too busy jumping in glee.
"Tell me more! Tell me more!" she urged,
He had to pull back for fear her swinging arms might just come reach out smack HIM
"Well, I see friends in your future"he continued
"Oh, that's soooo believable. Everyone likes me. What else?"
"You'll be known as the girl who launched the hairstyle of the decade"
"Hmmm, I do have nice hair" she reached up and twirled hair. "Okay..more"
"You'll....you'll incite very deep feelings....oh my…!”
He stopped, took a deep breath and continued
“You’ll provoke…deep emotions in people....women....in secure women who've been hurt or rejected by men"
"Awww, Why?” she whined, then perked up “Oh, I know coz they'll be jealous of me, right? Is that it?"
"Jealous of you...?" he asked incredulously "ehhh… yeah, okay."
"Yeah, I can see that. Gosh, pathetic women make my skin crawl.” To emphasize her point, she began to scratch her arms. “I mean helloooo, don’t they know when to let go? If he doesn’t love you he doesn’t love you. Ugh!Tell me more, please tell me more!"
"You'll throw a party. A long party, it going to be known as the longest pity...ehmm...I mean party of the century"
She gasped and before he knew what hit him, she launched herself at him, he had no choice but to hug her back.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I love parties! I love parties, I am a good hostess. The best…the absolute best. Yeah and everyone will be invited….well not everyone. We don’t want to turn it into a free for all....you know what I mean. Only my dearest and closest friends will be invited…" she let him go, with a dreamy look in her eye, She started to walk away but the Happy Man stopped her.
"Eh....that'll be $10" he quickly told her.
She dipped her hand in her purse and brought out the note. He reached for it but she pulled back
"If all of these come true, I'll come find you"
The Happy man was taken aback
"Eh....there's no need for that young Miss." He said quickly.
"No, now what kinda girl will I be if I didn't...."
"Don't worry about that.....ya…eh….don't hafta come back for me" he said almost pleading now. "Yer jest go about your business....try to forget ye ever met me.....please?"
"Oh, you funny man. Of course I can't forget you." She dropped the note and sashayed across the street.
He watched her disappeared into the crowd of people....dreamers. The Happy Man slumped in his chair dejected. This was a curse, for surely if all he seen came true....which it most certainly will, there will be hell to pay and he'll be the first person writing the check. Well, he had no other choice but to run away....far away. Leave this place he had called home for 30 yrs...Oh he never thought that day would come but what else can be done......unless God took pity on him and sent divine intervention...Yes, that would work...but how...when....wher....
"Excuse me?"
He turned and his eyes landed on the loveliest pair of eyes he'd ever seen. The happy man who was known for talking non-stop, was speechless.
"Are you alright?"
She asked when he continued to stare at her. Mercy me, the man thought. That voice, the eyes, the nose but most of all the lips. Perfection thy name is....he didn't even know her name. She smiled shyly and flipped her long, dark hair.
"Are you the Happy Man?" she asked"
"I am the happy man....and getting happier by the minute"
The sound of her laughter sent a tingly sensation down his spine.
"Do ya want to know your future?" he asked.
The girl....she couldn't be more than 16, tilted her head to the side in a thoughtful gesture then shook it
"Nah, I'm cool."
What? That was a first, a young girl in Hollywood, who didn't want her future laid out.
"Why not?" he asked
"No reason" she shrugged and her long hair bounced over her shoulder "Well, I like surprises....I like spontaneity. Where is the fun in living if you have everything all planned out?"
"But...don't you want to know if you’ll be rich and famous?"
"Nope. Quel sera sera" she answered boldly
"What does that mean?"
“It means what will be will be. If destiny has a plan for you, nothing else matters."
"So you'll leave it all to fate?"
He was the one who usually answered the questions but now, he was the one seeking answers.
"Yep." She answered.
"So why did you come looking for me?"
"Huh...that's a good question. I was just walking by when I suddenly felt the urge to come here."
And at that very moment, the happy man knew. God… had heard his supplications…his wife (rest her soul) probably had a hand in it. They had sent him an Angel. This girl…well woman will be his savior. Not just his but the also the Man whom the Whiny one would ensanre. This Angel would shield them from the one who will definitely come with vengeance in her heart. Oh, but he didn’t think it was right for this girl to bear the brunt of what is to come....without a little assistance.
“Don’t you want me to tell you your future…” he pleaded
"Nope”
“Please…just a little…to be prepared….”
“huh, huh”
“You are going to be loved” he rushed “Very well loved, People will stick up for you, People will be moved by you. True Love will not be easy but it will come and when it does….”
“Stop! Please don’t tell me anymore…please.” she pleaded
The Happy Man could not take his eyes off her, she was like a rare flower surrounded by thorns and she wouldn’t take an offer of protection. Yes indeed. She was the one, the strong independent one. If there was one person who can face the Whiny one and survive it was this one. The Brave one….that’s what he’ll call her.
“Okay, no more” he relented.
“Thank you.” She replied and smiled gently.
“No, thank you.”
She gave him a puzzled look before turning away…she was leaving. He didn’t want her to leave…
“Wait!” he called. She stopped
“Yes?”
”He’s gonna love you with every fiber of his being. If you remember nothing else from this, remem
ber that.”
“Who?”
“Your Soul mate. The Perfect guy” he said gently. She gave him a small laugh
"There is no such thing as the perfect man" She said laughing "Well only in my dreams"
"And you dreams will come true" The happy man said
She didn't hear him because she had crossed to the other side of the street. The happy man watched her disappear into the crowd of other dreamers. That one, had no idea the kind of woman she’ll be. He looked at his watch…16 yrs. Yep, In 16 yrs the world will be an audience to the fiercest battle ever, a battle between THE BRAVE AND THE WHINY. There was no doubt how it will end and who will come out on top…it was just going to take some time. His only hope was the people who supported The Brave won’t lose patience because one day, her dreams will definitely come true.
He packed up his things, glance over his shoulder…he knew she was long gone but he was hoping to catch another glimpse of her… nothing but air. He sighed and began his slow trek home.
"Welcome to Hollywood! What's your dream? Everybody comes here; this is Hollywood, land of dreams. Some dreams come true, some don't - but keep on dreaming. This is Hollywood, always time to dream, so keep on dreaming!"
THE END
The sound of her laughter sent a tingly sensation down his spine.
"Do ya want to know your future?" he asked.
The girl....she couldn't be more than 16, tilted her head to the side in a thoughtful gesture then shook it
"Nah, I'm cool."
What? That was a first, a young girl in Hollywood, who didn't want her future laid out.
"Why not?" he asked
"No reason" she shrugged and her long hair bounced over her shoulder "Well, I like surprises....I like spontaneity. Where is the fun in living if you have everything all planned out?"
"But...don't you want to know if you’ll be rich and famous?"
"Nope. Quel sera sera" she answered boldly
"What does that mean?"
“It means what will be will be. If destiny has a plan for you, nothing else matters."
"So you'll leave it all to fate?"
He was the one who usually answered the questions but now, he was the one seeking answers.
"Yep." She answered.
"So why did you come looking for me?"
"Huh...that's a good question. I was just walking by when I suddenly felt the urge to come here."
And at that very moment, the happy man knew. God… had heard his supplications…his wife (rest her soul) probably had a hand in it. They had sent him an Angel. This girl…well woman will be his savior. Not just his but the also the Man whom the Whiny one would ensanre. This Angel would shield them from the one who will definitely come with vengeance in her heart. Oh, but he didn’t think it was right for this girl to bear the brunt of what is to come....without a little assistance.
“Don’t you want me to tell you your future…” he pleaded
"Nope”
“Please…just a little…to be prepared….”
“huh, huh”
“You are going to be loved” he rushed “Very well loved, People will stick up for you, People will be moved by you. True Love will not be easy but it will come and when it does….”
“Stop! Please don’t tell me anymore…please.” she pleaded
The Happy Man could not take his eyes off her, she was like a rare flower surrounded by thorns and she wouldn’t take an offer of protection. Yes indeed. She was the one, the strong independent one. If there was one person who can face the Whiny one and survive it was this one. The Brave one….that’s what he’ll call her.
“Okay, no more” he relented.
“Thank you.” She replied and smiled gently.
“No, thank you.”
She gave him a puzzled look before turning away…she was leaving. He didn’t want her to leave…
“Wait!” he called. She stopped
“Yes?”
”He’s gonna love you with every fiber of his being. If you remember nothing else from this, remem
ber that.”“Who?”
“Your Soul mate. The Perfect guy” he said gently. She gave him a small laugh
"There is no such thing as the perfect man" She said laughing "Well only in my dreams"
"And you dreams will come true" The happy man said
She didn't hear him because she had crossed to the other side of the street. The happy man watched her disappear into the crowd of other dreamers. That one, had no idea the kind of woman she’ll be. He looked at his watch…16 yrs. Yep, In 16 yrs the world will be an audience to the fiercest battle ever, a battle between THE BRAVE AND THE WHINY. There was no doubt how it will end and who will come out on top…it was just going to take some time. His only hope was the people who supported The Brave won’t lose patience because one day, her dreams will definitely come true.
He packed up his things, glance over his shoulder…he knew she was long gone but he was hoping to catch another glimpse of her… nothing but air. He sighed and began his slow trek home.
"Welcome to Hollywood! What's your dream? Everybody comes here; this is Hollywood, land of dreams. Some dreams come true, some don't - but keep on dreaming. This is Hollywood, always time to dream, so keep on dreaming!"
THE END
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