She moves across the stage in a sprightly manner, her eyes bright and filled with emotion. The flood lights above fill the theatre with a hazy glow that wraps the audience in front of her in a blanket of warmth. The faces all blur together; still, in her mind, she kept chanting the number over and over until she was sure that, three years later, the number of people in the audience would still be seared into her mind. The play’s interim had just ended, which meant her momentous speech was coming up. She breathes in deeply, a smile graced upon her pale face as she meanders through the tree props on stage, her shoes clicking against the stage. Watching her costar slowly walk on stage, she remembers her queue and slips behind the papier-mâché …show more content…
“Leave me be,” she says obstreperously, wracking her brain for her lines, “you’re not welcome here any longer.” She stumbles back, teetering perilously on the edge of the stage as he goes to grab her, lightning flashing in her eyes. Now, she thinks, widening her eyes, now it’s my time. She opens her mouth and turns into a waterfall, her big speech inundating over the audience, assimilating her lines into her own mannerism. Her voice echoes through the theatre, silencing even the noisiest child as she raises her head and recites even more, ending her speech with a punctuated, …show more content…
She’s ushered to her dressing room shortly after that, and her assistants undress her and she slips on her street clothes still in a daze. By the time she makes it outside of the theatre and into the reaches of the paparazzi, all she can think of is, ‘this is it. This is the apex of my life. And it is amazing.’ She’s drawn out of her daze when a flash of bright white light sears the edges of her vision; her mood immediately plummets after the thought of the journalists. The biggest newspaper in the metropolis had maligned her since the first day she walked on her first movie set at age twelve, calling her passion for theatre just a fleeting fantasy of a stuck up girl who acts too old for her age. But it didn’t matter. She didn’t let them get to her, not now, not ever, especially because she knew she was better than them, those scumbags who made money by peering into peoples’ personal lives, just for a few kicks and