Golden Globes: Golden Day

Despite not leaving the house today, I ventured miles.
While watching the Golden Globe Awards today/night, I couldn't help falling prey to the electric emotion present at that award ceremony; in fact, I imagined my own rise to stardom as an actor...
In realistic terms, my move to L.A would parallel that hard-fought battle for success as portrayed in "Swingers", starred by Jon Favreau and everyone's favorite Vince Vaughn. I'll bus tables-- as I've done numerous times in the past-- with no gripes. After all, I'm trying out for D-list pilots on start up networks or serving as a glorified extra in club scenes (which is not my fort-ay).
But, if there's anything to understand in L.A, it's the fact that your BIG CHANCE comes by sheer luck and happenstance. So I wait. I wait with that sanguine outlook which always sees the sun over the horizon; a long time before everyone else I'll add, too.
And then it does happen! My short monologue on a pilot for a knock-off, non-musical version of "RENT", catches the eye of a very influential producer. Great news! Despite the pilot's failure I'm now supporting Tobey Maguire as his roommate in a drama set in a rural college near Albany, NY because of this producer who wouldn't talk to me two weeks earlier. A cut-throat business, indeed. Fuck it! Why did I come to L.A in the first place?
... And two years later, I'm the one standing on that Golden Globe stage accepting an award for "greatest performance in a Drama". My acceptance speech will first and foremost serve to excuse my "surprise" and consequent "ill-preparedness". That's a formality, however; every actor is so hopeful, that they prepare an acceptance speech-- quasi-impromptu if needed-- in advance just in case. But I'll thank my family for their support. I'll thank the producers and "genius" director. I'll thank my fellow cast-members. To close, however, I'll thank opportunity. Not my actual opportunity of Deliverance, but the IDEA of opportunity and the cliche "need to take hold of it". And then I'll exit to crowded back-stage hallways thronged with up-and-comers -- not unlike myself years before -- reaching for a handshake or a kiss on the cheek; scavenger-like paparazzi taking photos; new and old producers congratulating me; and actors who are also punch-drunk off of the Golden Globe fever. It's an overwhelmingly positive feeling. I want it to last forever or at least all night. But a bottomless feeling in my stomach momentarily paralyzes me; I fear that in fact, this success and this joy will only last the night! But I soon recover and continue to make my rounds and bask in tonight's Golden sunlight. After all, why worry about tomorrow's future when tonight is so fun! I party and converse with the celebrities until my drunkenness and the early morning sunlight draw me inevitably to bed. To sleep.
Following the famous Golden Globe after-party, and the hang-over I'll wake up on the couch, over-heating because the house has terrible circulation. Soon thereafter (seconds), reality will once again rear its ugly head and painfully remind me that: "It was just a dream"...
-Pierre