A million thoughts ran through my mind as I walked down the busy streets of LA. Am I stupid for leaving the comfort of my hometown for my dreams of becoming an actress? Probably. The probability of me getting an agent are very slim. However; my life was complete shit and going no where, so I feel like I have nothing to lose by coming out here.

The hot summer sun was beating down on my already tan skin as I attempted to find the tenth and final agency I had on my list. I had little to no expierence with acting, unless you count high school and local theater plays. I'm more of a model, and wouldn't mind getting into that out here, but I'm more focused on acting. It would be a different change of pace for sure.

After an hour and a half of walking the wrong way and having to turn around and start over, I finally found the last agency on my list.

I opened the door and immediatley felt the cool air-conditioned air hit my body. There were what seemed like hundreds of phones ringing, people walking in and out of offices, and people just standing there talking amongst eachother. I definitely felt out of place.

This agency had come highly recommended, which is why I saved it for last. I was hoping for some good news instead of all the shit responses I'd recieved all day.

According to the sign, I needed to take the elevator up a few floors.

I was thankful they had an elevator. The last two agencies forced me to walk up a billion flights of stairs. My legs are absolutely killing me.

As I was walking over to the elevator a man ran past me, nearly knocking me over.

"What the fuck ?" I said, trying to regain my balance.

I look up and see an older man staring back at me.

He wore a short sleeved button down shirt and khaki shorts. He looked oddly familiar, but I wasn't sure from where.

"Nice going, Drama. You about killed that poor girl." came another voice.

I turned around and found it belonged to a short chubby man wearing an over-sized jersey and sneakers.

"Did you see all that paparazzi? They must know about my new pilot episode.. they can't get enough of me.. I don't want any pictures until it airs." The man I now know as Drama said.

"Drama, I highly doubt they were trying to photograph you. It was probably Vince here they wanted." a short, freckled man said.

He stood by a man I had seen on at least a dozen billboards as I walked around town. Vincent Chase.

As I processed all of this I realized that I was staring and probably looked very stupid.

I felt myself blush and once again started walking to the elevator.

"I'm sorry for pushing you over, sweetie. Man.. you're hot.. You know I'm in a pilot..." I heard Drama say behind me.

I turned around and finally made eye contact with everyone for the first time.

"Johnny, no one cares. Sorry miss, he's slightly retarded." The chubby man said.

Johnny turned and slapped the chubby man across the head, "Shut up, Turtle."

It was then that I knew I was right. I know exactly who these men are.

Vince walked closer, laughing at Turtle and Johnny.

As he approached me he extended his hand with the most perfect smile.

"Hey there, I'm Vince. I'm sorry about my friends. They're special. What's your name?"

I looked into his eyes and realized that he really had no idea who I was. And that hurt more than anything.

"My name's not important." I said.

He put his hand down and looked at me, completely confused. The others must have overheard, as they stared at me with the same expression.

"I'm sorry if we upset you.." he trailed off, still looking at me.

I looked back up at him, staring him directly in the eyes. "You guys have gone five years without me, I'm sure you'll be fine without me now." I said as I finally stepped on the elevator.

Just as I was about to press the number of my desired floor, the short freckled man who I know as Eric or E, pushed through the other three men and whispered, "Harmony?"

I finally pressed the button and watched the doors slowly close on the four men that had once been a huge part of my life.