"New to town with a made up name in the angel city, Chasing fortune and fame. And the camera flashes, make it look like a dream. You had it figured out since you were in school. Everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool. So overnight you look like a sixties’ queen.
Another name goes up in lights, like diamonds in the sky.
Now it’s big black cars, and Riviera views, And your lover in the foyer doesn’t even know you And your secrets end up splashed on the news front page..."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
