I am a 24 year old actor and I have just one dream- the dream. I want to be the biggest movie star the world has ever been an audience to. To me, in the past 3 years, each day has been spent like a high profile audition for my next big break. The world has been the stage, the audience and my fellow-actors, while I lived each day as just another performance. Each day the tickets were sold out and each day it was a stellar performance. Today is one such day...
A rich and successful producer, Mr. Castigliani, wants me to go to the Apollo Hospital in Mysore and meet his sick daughter for two hours. If I do this and if the sick daughter is pleased by my performance then I will get to play the lead character in the very talented director of "Sylvia North Story ", Adam Kesher's next unnamed movie. And all I had to do was- I had to pretend that I was the sick daughter's boy friend. Sure why not! To be the lead actor in Adam's movie- I'll be her God-damned husband for the rest of my life.
I brought Lilies, as instructed, and gave them with a big smile to the very sick girl. I read her chart- the sick girl's name was Anju, just Anju. Her whole body was nothing more than some pale tight skin on fragile ancient bones. She was ghastly. She looked like she woke up from a coma or something coz she couldn't move her body that well. She was clumsy with the flowers that I gave her and she didn't know how to respond to my very generous hug. She was just pathetic. Also it was very weird that Mr. Castigliani and Anju had absolutely no physical similarities at all. Anju must have gotten her looks from her mom.
"What's your name?" she asked cheerfully. She had a melodious voice.
"Did you forget your boy-friend so soon, Anju?" I teased.
"So you are my boy friend, huh? I thought you were supposed to act like my brother, but then again, that wouldn't make much sense, would it? Coz I have no brother!"
I was confused. I had to improvise and play-along- "Ah you and your jokes! Sometimes I don't get your jokes, dummy! I am your boy friend Vicky, how can you forget this smile of mine, huh?"
"You don't have to act all the time, you know. My dad wants to cheer me up after I woke up from that horrible accident, so he sent you to me, so I know! Everything, OK?"
"Ok. I get it. So your boy died in this accident is it? How long ago was it? You were in a coma weren't you?" I babbled on.
"Slow down there SuperMan!" she chided, "I just woke up after a year! I'm slow, and uncoordinated and dizzy!"
"Sorry!" was all I could say and gave her time to do whatever she wanted to do. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable- my career was on the line here. I wanted to make her happy. This was a feeling I never felt before- the feeling of trying to make others happy or laugh...
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A rich and successful producer, Mr. Castigliani, wants me to go to the Apollo Hospital in Mysore and meet his sick daughter for two hours. If I do this and if the sick daughter is pleased by my performance then I will get to play the lead character in the very talented director of "Sylvia North Story ", Adam Kesher's next unnamed movie. And all I had to do was- I had to pretend that I was the sick daughter's boy friend. Sure why not! To be the lead actor in Adam's movie- I'll be her God-damned husband for the rest of my life.
I brought Lilies, as instructed, and gave them with a big smile to the very sick girl. I read her chart- the sick girl's name was Anju, just Anju. Her whole body was nothing more than some pale tight skin on fragile ancient bones. She was ghastly. She looked like she woke up from a coma or something coz she couldn't move her body that well. She was clumsy with the flowers that I gave her and she didn't know how to respond to my very generous hug. She was just pathetic. Also it was very weird that Mr. Castigliani and Anju had absolutely no physical similarities at all. Anju must have gotten her looks from her mom.
"What's your name?" she asked cheerfully. She had a melodious voice.
"Did you forget your boy-friend so soon, Anju?" I teased.
"So you are my boy friend, huh? I thought you were supposed to act like my brother, but then again, that wouldn't make much sense, would it? Coz I have no brother!"
I was confused. I had to improvise and play-along- "Ah you and your jokes! Sometimes I don't get your jokes, dummy! I am your boy friend Vicky, how can you forget this smile of mine, huh?"
"You don't have to act all the time, you know. My dad wants to cheer me up after I woke up from that horrible accident, so he sent you to me, so I know! Everything, OK?"
"Ok. I get it. So your boy died in this accident is it? How long ago was it? You were in a coma weren't you?" I babbled on.
"Slow down there SuperMan!" she chided, "I just woke up after a year! I'm slow, and uncoordinated and dizzy!"
"Sorry!" was all I could say and gave her time to do whatever she wanted to do. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable- my career was on the line here. I wanted to make her happy. This was a feeling I never felt before- the feeling of trying to make others happy or laugh...
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s this an Alien or an Unidentified Living Object? by pakistanclip
