Hello?I'm sorry sir, but I'm not hesitant, so I'll tell her that you won't go.Who was that?Hello dear, oh, who's on the phone?It was Mr. DeMars,Mr. DeMars,Oh, if that's what you're thinking.It's what I was hoping.Just another pranky call from the studio.You're getting rather anxious dear, you know the problems that they fear between you and Coulter.Damn that director, he's destroying everything.I've never worked for, and you can be sure,I won't take it lying down this time.He's gone too far.He's crossed the fine line between director and dictator.A new script every night is out of hand.I can't stand what they've done.I'm done with all my ideas.Torn up, grown out.Gone.Gone.Gone.Gone.I wonder why, I don't show up on the set,Isn't it a natural instinct to avoid death?I'm up all night, starting new linesNot getting any sleep, not a bit of sleepThey curse me because I don't show up on the setI may be losing steam, but I'm not finished yetI'm still the biggest star, a bright and shining starThey won't beat me, wait and seeSomething they have to give, but it won't be meI can last, I survive the pastI can last, though the future may be vastBut I'll step outside the boundaries of timeI will last, Americans adore meI will last, though they try to destroy meNothing takes awayThis gain of fameOn my mindI can last, I survive the pastI can last, though the future may be vastBut I'll step outside the boundaries of timeI will last, Americans adore meI will last, though they try to destroy meNothing takes awayThis gain of fameOn my mind