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It’s okay - it’s very likely that no one saw you freak out when you ran into *THE* J. Peterman in the hallway at the APA offices this morning. I mean, what are the odds that all of those suits having a fancy meeting in their glass-walled conference room saw you act like a little girl?
You know, it’s good that you still get that tingle in your tummy when you see an actor on the street, at a bar, on walk or wherever. It means that you aren’t jaded, that you’ve maintained a sense of wonder despite the transparent ugliness of what is “the business.”
When you walk down that carpet, in awe of all around you, you better freak the frack out when you accidentally spill your drink on Fey, step on the toes of Streep and drool, glassy-eyed and frozen at Clooney. Stay hopeful and carry the same heart you did when you saw Jaws for the first time, and fell in love with Hollywood.
