It has been forever and yet a split second, since I have seen your face. My dreams they last like film previews and double doors swing to have none but ye to enter. So what am I to do? When the scene isn't produced on good quality, and it it under budget. How am I supposed to act with leading lady, when she refuses to play the part of anything at all? Is this movie a lost cause, on shooting day, or are we cruelly in over our heads, treading water to death. I want a piece of mind and just a few well read lines. The white it doesn't help. If you blow to hard and the redefined, becomes a lost cause, a lost guilt. You would probably find me restless in my own bed, tied down to nothingness. Make no mistake, she don't weep for the leading man, and she never did. All the actions, and instant notes have added to the fire file cabinet. So what do I do, but leave it alone. The voice is never heard, and the face it only glimpses on the screen. I wish just once to feel you, in a time of change. This script does not press, and it does not strain. These words are only for show, and we adjust to the plain. I stood there waiting, with two tickets in front of the star. Off to the pub, and off to the scars. Oh the awards, oh the awards. They go to you