A Star Is Born Page #5

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I'm afraid I'm no good at talking

about myself, Mr. Maine.

Everything just runs together.

Runs together? How?

All over the place.

Washing out my gloves

in crummy hotel rooms.

And winning a contest on the radio.

And singing in joints.

You see how my mind works?

It's all jumbled.

I can sort it out.

Can you?

I can't.

I can remember my first job singing

with the band.

And then, one-night stands clear

across country by bus.

Putting on nail polish in the ladies' rooms

in gas stations.

Waiting on tables...

Wow, that was a low point.

I'll never forget it...

...and I'll never, never do that again.

No matter what.

But I had to sing.

I somehow feel most alive

when I'm singing.

It's like...

You don't want to hear all this, do you?

Do you mind?

Mind? No, I'm having a wonderful time.

Here, we turn here. I live on that street.

Is there anything more I should know

about your fascinating life?

There must be more.

There is. A whole scrapbook full.

Come in.

Well, have you had enough,

as the Republicans used to say?

You know about as much about me now

as I do myself.

But you see how long it's taken me

to get this far.

Now, all I need is just a little luck.

What kind of luck?

The kind of luck that every girl singer

with a band dreams of.

One night a talent scout

from a big record company will come in.

And he'll let me make a record.

Yes, and then?

The record'll become No. 1

on the hit parade.

Be played on the jukeboxes

all over the country and I'll be made.

End of dream.

- There's only one thing wrong with that.

- I know. It won't happen.

No, it might happen very easily.

Only the dream isn't big enough.

How long will you be playing at the Grove?

Tonight was our last night.

We leave for San Francisco in the morning.

Don't go.

What?

Quit. Leave the band. Stay on here.

Let me see what I can do for you.

I'll talk to Oliver Niles right away.

It's just a chance, but take it.

A chance?

Do you realize I'd be giving up everything

I ever worked for?

That's right. But it served its purpose.

Listen to me, Esther...

...a career is a curious thing.

Talent isn't always enough.

You need a sense of timing,

an eye for seeing the turning point...

...or recognizing the big chance

when it comes along and grabbing it.

A career can rest on a trifle.

Like us sitting here tonight.

Or it can turn on somebody's saying

to you:

"You're better than that.

You're better than you know."

Don't settle for the little dream.

Go on to the big one.

Scared? Scared to take the plunge?

Yes.

Say, what makes you so sure about me?

I heard you sing.

- Yeah, but that...

- I know, just my word.

But you know yourself, don't you?

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