The Real Hollywood Thang (part 1)

It never ceases to amaze me how glitz and glam- and how dark Hollywood can be. Aside from Hollywood boulevard, where the majestic Kodak Theatre stands along with hundreds of walk of fame stars, each one bearing a celebrity's name and where you can see celebrity handprints at the entrance of Mann's Chinese Theatre, Hollywood is just one almost-gangter suburb.

But stars are everywhere in the city of Los Angeles. On our second night there as we were walking back to our hotel after checking out Cheryl's competition site, we noticed really bright lights blazing out from an almost-hidden alleyway. So course, being just your regular always-looking-for-excitement girl, I go check it out.

We weren't the only curious ones- upon arriving there, we were greeted by a few excited girls from Montreal's younger competitive hip-hop team.

"He worked for the O.C!!" they told me. They pointed to one of the producers of Boston Legal. He promised the kids he'd try to get Adam Brody to mail them his autograph.

"Quiet on the set!" yelled the director of the day, a loud, african-american woman. Further down, a pack of students in graduation gown move accross the park hills. A thin, blond woman (Monica Potter maybe!) gets out of a car and has a quick converstion with one of them, then goes back in the car. "Cut!" Yelled the director. And they do it over and over again.

So neat to see a popular show taping in the middle of nowhere.