Show business is a brutal business.
LOL.
That's very true. I had an extremely short occasion to deal with Hollyweird.
Back in the early 70's I went to a casting call with about 100 unknown citizens of my city. We wanted to be the stand-in for the male star of a movie to be filmed in our city.
I was picked. Whatever....... I was 22 years old..... a few bucks and I got to know some heavy duty actors and actresses.
After weeks of shooting at the end they had a cast party at a local motel. This is where I got my Hollyweird "test".
A 40'ish rough grip was there, the raunchy 40'ish female casting director was there, and I was there .... in one of the motel rooms.
After some dope smoking, wine drinking, and a lot of foul jokes, the grip left the room.
I was left with this rather shabby, well worn woman casting director with no underwear on under her too short skirt.
Those were the days, I guess. She got into the bed and asked me to join her.
Now since I was a little high I figured, "oh what the hell, screw her, she's not that bad. lol
I got into bed with her and started my "great" moves ... then I heard some rustling in the closet by the entrance door.
It was a GAY makeup guy ready to pounce on me/us. I spotted the goon coming over to the bed, and I split.
I handed him my last joint as I left. My Hollywood history was over since I wouldn't play the game.
LOL