6E Essays Blog
Thursday, June 15, 2006
The cameras were rolling, the lights were flashing. I hurriedly slipped on my sunglasses. I tried arranging my hair but one call from the director and I was up. I felt my heart pounding nervously against my ribcage; I swallowed the big lump in my throat and stopped wringing my wrists.
An old lady hobbled across the hall, clasping her purse carelessly by her elbow. She had plastered on a smile and her feet shuffled across the floor. I gulped. Here goes nothing! I walked casually, looking at my watch, adjusting my sunglasses; I was really trying to act my very best. I attempted to look innocent and put on a grin. Then, I tripped.
“CUT!” the director screamed. Everyone in the airport’s arrival hall shifted their stare onto me. I suddenly felt exceptionally self-conscious.
“Sorry, I…” I mumbled.
The old lady glared at me, shooting daggers from her eyes. I turned beetroot red. Here was my one shot at stardom and I got to do it with a grumpy old woman. Now, I made sure my shoelaces were tied tightly and I waited for my turn……
I started strolling, hands jammed into my pockets. I hummed a tune and then, my eyes darted around. Immediately, I headed straight to the old lady. In a swift motion, I snatched her purse away. So far, so good. The old lady yelled in Cantonese but I was already “escaping”, I sprinted away, avoiding the gaze of everyone’s. The old lady put out both her hands and started running in a limping sort of manner. She was huffing and puffing and all her wrinkles were bunched up. I really had to use all my willpower to stop the upending laughter from coming. Then, I tripped. Well, it was part of the script.
Another actor took over the role of the good guy. He grabbed me and twisted my elbow behind me. I yelped and dropped the purse. The old lady picked it up and cradled it like a baby.
“CUT!” the director shouted. “Get some rest guys.”
I nodded. The actor released me and I massaged my arms. Finally, one scene was officially completed!
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Genie was alive and kickin on 3:32 PM x
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