Lights, camera, action!
Those were the words that echoed inside my own head, as I stand here on the mark, ready to go.
But the last words I recall, said no more than 5 minutes earlier was, ‘that’s a wrap people’.
For I am not the star I crave to be, but the hired help, to sweep the floor and take orders for coffee breaks.
I am a runner, when all I wish for is my chance at being the star.
As I gaze at the camera I’m slumped rather than standing tall, those that remain are preoccupied as if I’m not even in the room.
The room is long, with hardwood floors that add to the echoes of any movement of sound, dark, yet dimly lit from an array of lights and cables running everywhere across the floor.
A sound reverberates around the room that I certainly missed the first time, perhaps even the second one too.
‘Hey!’ goes that voice once again, what are you doing!?! is shrieked in my direction.
The room won’t get tidied on its own.
Snapped back into my own reality, the dream will have to wait as my day job requires my own personal attention.