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The far off glitz and glamours of the film industry drew in the humming talent and dreams of hundred of thousands of budding actors, actresses, and directors. Crew upon crew working around the clock to generate one Magum Opus of a work, to fund it all back to the patrons of the arts. From its shiny outsides, to the seedy and sad cracks, a dream to be the one to succeed never was far away. Every day, Alonzo would wake up, and begin his sad with his routines and rituals. Washing, visualizing, vocal excerises, work outs if he had the time. He'd look himself in the mirror, his hazel eyes gazing onto his tanned skin, his dark brunette hair. His body was manicured and lean, his instincts to pose before himself and flex a bit,. 'You are going to to get a role, no matter what-" he affirmed as he stepped back from his Guise and walked to his towels to dry off. His apartment was small, a studio set up with a shoebox of a bedroom, he did his best to keep things minimalistic and tight to keep from crowding the place. The most lavish object he had as furniture was his couch set and his tv. A 40 inch flat screen with a slight flicker in the coloring now and then. He padded along the creaky wooden floors as he looked at his uniform for his restaurant job. He scowled briefly. He had left his small town to come out to west coast, to be a star! Here he was, still selling delivery boxes for tips, just like his home town. Two years now? Three? The years started to blur lately, from one gig to the gig, auditioning over and over without results. But he'd do anything to get his foot in the door, he tried out even if he didn't match the look of the role.
He snatched up his underwear, dressing slowly as he was speaking his mantras for his future. Someone would pick him up for a role, and he would take it, no matter what it could be. Alonzo dropped on his couch after he was dressed, He pulled up his phone, checking his emails in a frenzy as usual for any hits. Theater, films, commercials, even from his hack of an agent.
He snatched up his underwear, dressing slowly as he was speaking his mantras for his future. Someone would pick him up for a role, and he would take it, no matter what it could be. Alonzo dropped on his couch after he was dressed, He pulled up his phone, checking his emails in a frenzy as usual for any hits. Theater, films, commercials, even from his hack of an agent.