I am an actress

After he said he always loved her a great kiss seals the lovers and at this big , giant screen appears " The end".
Crying, I leave the theatre and walk back to my car. In the still of night I have this dream with the actor but this time I am the one who he is in love with.
When I first got into Los Angeles I left the airport, the world right in front of me... I am right in front of me. Where is Sinatra driving his car? I wonder where Bob Fosse is choreographing for the next feature...Los Angeles haunts and kills dreams...
Beautiful ocean and the moon, the best fashion haute coiture stores I bump into this unbelivable bass player that I love so much...Blond girls with blues eyes, nice cars but where is Sinatra? The promise of happiness? That's what Hollywood showed to me.
Well,now it is me. It is me and ONLY me.
Yes, I learned to love myself. No matter what. I learned in Los Angeles you gotta to love yourself, baby... I learned in Los Angeles that Hollywood is inside of me.
The sun light in shining trough, it is early morning. I am supposed to open the coffee shop door and walk in and..."CUT!"
I'm ready for it. I bought it.
As I aproach the coffee shop door I look back and there he is, Frank Sinatra looking at me in his convertible car...he blinks his left eye, send me a kiss and I can clearly read his lips whispearing " Love you" as he steps on it...
When I hear " Action!" I am ready to open the door with a tear shed on my face. I walk in rapidly toward the man I am supposed to love and say " I have always loved you". We kiss.The music rises up.In this big,giant screen appears " The end". I am an actress.