SET
SET
There is something unusual about the way things seem to happen without reason. Just the other day I had been working as a pizza delivery boy, now look at me. I stand here in the middle of a big Hollywood set with cameras rolling, famous people practicing their lines, and bright lights shining down. My parents said that I would never amount to much. They were people of little faith in my natural talent. I knew this day would come and I would be a star. One day I am pizza a delivery boy, the next day I’m a actor in a hollywood blockbuster. It all happened so suddenly I had delivered pizza to the casting director for the movie. He took one look at me and said I was perfect. I knew that I was good but I blushed when he said I was perfect. My parents always called me perfect too, they said that I was a perfect waste of life. I think they meant that in the nicest of all possible ways though. They had been so worried about me moving to hollywood with my half-sussed plan of becoming a star. Maybe, I was blessed by fate and all my dreams would come true.
I sat in a nice directors style chair with a golden star on its back. A woman was fixing my hair and taking the greatest of care with my make-up. I looked my best ever. I held in my hands the script and practiced my lines for the next scene. I noticed that the set was being prepared for my scene. It is really quite amazing how they can make any setting come to life. Just a few moments ago the set was of a deli restaurant. Yet now by moving things here and others there the set looked like the apartment of a secret agent, who was being portrayed by... well, I don’t like to name drop... but let’s just say that he had an Austrian accent and big muscles. I said my lines outloud, I liked the way that they sounded when I said them. I was really quite convincing.
The director called me to the set. I was ready. Ready for my role and ready for stardom. The director called out action. It was my role to walk down the hallway and knock upon the secret agent's door. With confidence I strode down the fake hallway of the Hollywood set and knocked on the door. I was worried that I had knocked too hard, but everyone seemed quite pleased with my performance so far. The door opened and the secret agent said his line, it was my turn. For many years I dreamed of this moment. I thought about the future and the critics' reviews. Maybe they would call my performance stunning, refreshing, and true to life and call me as a bright new star. What would I say for my Academy award acceptance speech? With all these thoughts racing through my head, I said my line, “ Here’s your pizza.” I was finished and a star was born.
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