The Actor Madness: Asylum [COMPLETED]

Chapter VI (A Star Is Born)

Manhattan Upper West Side, May 20th 2016

Mondays are always hated by people. Because people want to rest from their tiring weeks.

The weekend goes by so fast that if you blink you won't rejoice it.

I don't hate Mondays. Mondays mean new beginnings and fresh starts.

Sam edited my five minute video and it looks quite professional.

I wouldn't expect less from him, he's really talented.

Our relationship is going well, I just like to have him come after me.

Being, what's called, difficult.

I took a shower and now I'm drying my hair.

My hair has grown a lot since I was in the asylum.

I like it, now I can style it like those famous celebrities.

I'm going to my laptop and watch my video. It's so haunting and so majestic.

I have a few empty cd's that I will copy my video into.

I want to keep the original. The copies I will deliver to theatre or television companies.

I'm thinking of doing tv shows for now. I love theatre, don't get me wrong.

But I feel like I want to be know and seen internationally.

Broadway and other type of theatre stages just let us be known either by New Yorkers or by tourists.

But that's not enough. I want to be known worldwide.

I'm searching for television companies on the internet.

I found out that HBO studio is in here, in New York.

I guess I'm going there and try to find a manager.

I dress some black chino pants, black leather classic shoes, a white shirt and a black bomber.

I leave the house with my messenger bag.

Inside of it, it can be found my wallet and the copies of my video.

Before I go right to HBO company, I search for a professional photographer to do a headshot.

I also had to write a resumè even though I didn't finished my degree at NYU.

It's easy to find what you're looking for in this city. Because every freaking thing is in intense marquees.

You're searching for Sardi's the restaurant?!

Bam! Big bright words above it to point out what it is.

So I easily found a photographer.

There's this skyscraper building, all white with green windows.

I ring the bell to the photographer floor and the building main door is open.

I enter the elevator and the photographer studio is on the sixth floor.

I finally arrive at the photographer studio. The photographer is called Piet.

I go near the receptionist and both of them are glued to the laptops.

They don't move or say anything it feels like I'm not here.

Elliott – Hello?! I'm here I want to take some pictures with Piet.

Receptionist – Do you have an appointment?

Elliott – Do I look like I need an appointment?!

Receptionist – I'm sorry but you're being rude.