Imagine if I'm an aspiring actor.
You must agree that with my looks, it wouldn't be difficult to picture this scenario. (After all, Horror Movies are getting more popular today.)
They tell me that there are five stages that every tinsel town personality must go through. Let me show you the anatomy of fame…
Stage #1: "Who is Bo Sanchez?”
This is the starting point of every fame-hungry person: you're a nobody. You have to make your first appearance on film, even if your role is one of the costumed freakish aliens that gets pulverized by the star at the opening scene of the movie. It might be difficult to imagine now, but even Beyonce and Brad Pitt and Anne Curtis passed the stage where people asked, "Who's she?”
Stage #2: "Get Bo Sanchez”
This second level is intoxicating. By some stroke of luck, you get recognized for your thrilling talent or thrilling body. Your name is bandied around in the studios, and a small fans club is forming—no longer organized by your mother. Your price tag is still ascending, so all movie outfits fight for the right of making your first box-office. As you walk in the mall, you count the number of times people ask for your autograph. When you get tired of this, you start wearing shades. Ahhhh. You have arrived.
Stage #3: "Get me a Bo Sanchez look alike”
The peak! Your face is seen on ads, tabloids, billboards, and TV gossip programs. You're everywhere! Only the biggest producers can afford you now. So smaller media companies will settle for young artists who look like you. You're now royalty (e.g. concert queen, king of pop, box-office king, soap-opera queen). Finally, you know you've reached this high point when you can no longer walk in a mall without a huge crowd following you hysterically, screaming, "Idoooooooooooool!”
Stage #4: "Get me a younger Bo Sanchez”
But before you know it, the inevitable hits you. You hear your director ask for someone like you whose ten years younger, ten years sexier, ten years bolder. You feel offended when scriptwriters offer you motherly roles. Soon however, no other roles come except motherly roles. Your price tag gets slashed. Your name shrinks in movie ads. Your fans club reduces to a handful of loyalists, and when they congregate around you, you wonder if you're in some high school reunion of class 1957.
Stage #5: "Who is Bo Sanchez”
You meet some teens walking down the street and they pass you by like you were a telephone post. Ouch. Once in a while, a grandmother points to you and her family looks at you quizzically. You feel like a prehistoric artifact in a museum being surveyed. And then they walk you by. Double-ouch.
And then it hits you: You're a nobody.
And you realize—wasn't I here before?
Here's my point: Never go after fame.
In the heart of God, you're always a star.
Always was, always will be.
May your dreams come true,