When the ballroom splendor and the glitzy glamor boys fall flat like cheap champagne, when the swirl of excitement and the sparkling smiles have fled into the folds of the night, when the haunts you most admired and the simple things you adored seem like a fraud of petty trinkets, when the fay has broken and the smooth words spoken and your finest moments spent, when the ache of wanting beauty and the lire of glossy perfection leaves you alone and weeping, when you hit the big time, when you hit the big time stars and starlets