Hollywood Dreams
I wave a hand frantically at my screaming audience as I walk out from the premiere of my newest film; wearing a large grin on my face, flexing my pearly whites and striking red dress - of course matching the carpet below my heels. The turbulence of the night sky blows in my dark hair, causing strands of it to move in majestic harmony.. I was on the red carpet just like I’d dreamed ever since I’ve had dreams.
The paparazzi approach me, desperate to ask me questions. I’d do a glambot maybe? Make small talk with all the other internet sensations who’d been invited; I’d be _one of them._
“Marilynn what was it like to work on the set of your new film?”
They’d ask.
“Madelynn what was it like working alongside super-famous, world renowned actor”
They’d question further.
That was the dream, and it wasn’t far out of reach. I open my eyes, finished with the maladaptive daydream and met with my mirror, surrounded by a redundancy of white tiles and my less-than Hollywood worthy face, the only cold I feel being the mint toothpaste that sticks to my tongue like glue, the only sound being made for me the one of my electric toothbrush
I’d made it to the last stage of an audition today; the furthest I’d ever gotten, so at very least my “career” was showing improvements. One of the casting agents told me “I had potential” which beat other criticisms I’d gotten before: _“we’re looking for someone with more emotional range”, “you’re good but not what we envision for the project”_
I often found myself disagreeing with the criticism of the judges I’m presented with. I knew I was a star, all I was waiting for is the chance ti show it. A change is never gotten before, but, Today? That’d change. Because today was the start of the future that had my name in lights, my face on billboards and my voice in teasing snippets.