“Fame … is an Illusion”. Cut. We’re done for today. The Olsen-twin, a minute ago in the camera, walks by, her head bend towards her smart phone. Her small shadow is illuminated against the orange wall. I grab my bag and follow her. But outside the building, I’m not welcomed by anyone whereas for her, a chaffeaur is there, standing against a bentley. A last gaze and she excits the City of Angels.
Gosh, probably I’ll repeat that song title in the seconds and minutes until I’ll return to work – in 3 hours, to be exactly. It’s 3 a.m. and we’ll start again at 6. Welcome to the City of Angels and the world of the people you’ll never see in front of the camera.