A DREAM COME TRUE
By Rhymes And Reasons
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No-one lived in a pretty little town, and wiled his days away, dreaming of becoming someone someday. Someone big and important. Not being stuck in this lonely little town leading his dead-end existence, but out there in the wide world with name up in the lights, with enough money to be rich and famous. Oh, how he dreamed of being rich and famous. So, he went to some acting classes and signed up for an audition at a Hollywood film studio, to see if he was in with a chance to get his lucky break on the big screen. Much to his surprise his try out had been a success, and he got the leading role in the film company's latest western; 'Spanish Leather.' He had worked very hard on the set when the film was being shot, and on opening night he was very nervous. Yet at the first screening of the film, and his own debut, it was an overnight success. He became a worldwide celebrity and a household name. He made many more films like that one, and he became wealthy and prosperous in the trade. he won many awards and was popular amongst both young and old alike. He was rich and he was famous. At last, he had become someone, not the nobody he used to be, but a man of reckoning. But over the years the fortune and the fame began to get to him. The press and his fans were always hounding him. His ex-wife and the kids made life hell. Some people even threatened him with lawsuits, because of some of the films he made, or something he might have said and done at a party. It wasn't always ideal being a wealthy celebrity he realized, and he thought back about the old days when he was no-one. He might have been a nobody then, but he had peace of mind and he had big dreams. He was happy in a way back then being a no-one, alone with no debts to pay but your own. No ill feelings because of fame and money. Those were the good old days, he realized, and he wished he was back in his lonely little town once more. A happy, quiet and pretty little place. Then a great idea struck him. He would buy a little tropical island and build a shack on it. Then he would get his helicopter to drop him off on it from time to time, and here he would sit under a palm tree in the sun, listening to the gentle waves crashing unto the shore. A beach Bum and a nobody, with no bills to pay, and not a care in the world. And you can still find him there sometimes, sitting in the shade with the hot tropical sun above, and the sea singing him a holy little lullaby, in the soft and eternal hush of the ocean. Sometimes being a no-one is better than being a someone.