Writing Contests

Task 3

Unfortuantly, she had to leave. She had gotten up to take a mysterious phone call and had apologized countless times before I told her it was alright for her to leave. I put on a fake smile, one which she had fallen for, and she was convinced enough to leave me alone. We had given each other our numbers (my new UK number) and decided to meet in a few days time.

I plugged my ipod back in and Sweater Weather came back on. "So let me hold your hands... in the holes of my sweater," I started 'whisper singing' to the song. It was definatly my new all time favourite. I was drinking my coffee and relaxing in the restaurant, silently singing the song when I realised that their wasn't alot of people at the restaurant.

I was at the top floor of the restaurant and you could look down to see the bottom. No one was residing in the top half so I thought, why not?

I started to sing. I rewinded the song on my ipod and started to sing the lyrics softly.

All I am is a man

I want the world in my hands

I closed my eyes and imagined myself back in Calfiornia and all the memories, good and bad, I had left there. My voice went louder with every word and confidence overthrew me. 

I hate the beach

But I stand

I imagined a stage and people all being dazzled with my voice. Of course, it was only a dream for I knew I wasn't that good. I knew I wouldn't really be talanted enough in real life but we could all dream, right?

In California with my toes in the sand

Use the sleeves of my sweater

Let's have an adventure

I interpreated the lyrics differently. I uncounsoiusly toched my own sweater and realised that this was a adventure. Coming to London and finding myself out. I could change who I am and become someone better.

Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered

Here I was on the ground but in truth, my mind was far away. Maybe that was why I didn't realise that someone had taken the seat opposite mine, where Desnie had sat, and was intensly listening to my small performance. 

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

You in those little high-waisted shorts, oh

I took a breath and opened my eyes, losing the enigmatic feeling I got from singing those lines. My eyes met those of a dark grey mans. The song still played in the background so I turned the volume down. I stared at the man infront of me. He wore a suit which meant he was proabably worked meaning he was a older then me, maybe thirty but there was no indication of that. He had black hair.

In fact, the only sign of age would be the tired look in his dark eyes and the circled around them, showing endless amounts of sleep loss. I gasped and suddenly felt embarassed of my performance. Knowing nothing else to say, I apologized. 

The man raised a eyebrow, slightly amused, "Sorry? Oh no, I was the one who intruded by coming here. Your voice was very dazzling, I couldn't resist!" He smiled, warmly. I blushed and said my thanks. "Say, I was hoping you could sing abit more. I understand if you don't wish to but a song can't be left unfinished, eh?" he asked, you could practicaly see his eyes begging me to continue. 

Seeing as he had already heard my singing, I thought, why not? My ipod was still going with the song and I continued from where it was, putting the volume up seeing as I had turned it down...

It's too cold,

It's too cold

The holes of my sweater...

I finished the lyrics to see the man clapping. He asked me a few questions about why I sang and I suddenly felt comfortable enough to talk to him about it. I was just glad he didn't ask anything too personal. I told him I was attending drama school in California before but I took a break to think about what I really wanted to do when I was older.

His eyes perked up when he heard that. "You're into acting?" he questioned. I nodded. Acting and singing were very famous these days but my passion did not come from some TV star, rather my own mum. She always wanted to be an actor but never really acheived her dream. I guess, after she had passed away I had thought it was my duty to continue on her dream. Again, that was only half of it.

The man introduced himself as Paul and told me how he directed a few movies, "Just some small ones, nothing big, really." he shook his head when I asked. "I was hoping you could come in my studio tomorrow. My crew and I seem to have been delayed on a member of the cast and well, something tells me you're my girl," he handed me a card.

Paul Anderson

My eyes widened, I could be part of a movie by Paul Anderson? Was I dreaming? "How are you so sure, I mean, I've never had someone come to me and want me to play in their movie" I shook my head.

"Call it a Directors instinct"

Never did I ever think that my small performance could spark a million more.

There and then, in a coffee shop, I found my destiny and maybe, all in all, I found myself. The man left soon after while I stayed, suddenly mesmorized by the past events. The next day I called the studio and found a timing to come. So many other actors met my gaze and I knew I was just a nobody. That didn't stop me because I promised myself to change. I wouldn't be afraid. I read my lines like I had practised them a thousand times. The movie was a musical so I had to do some singing too. When I left the stage, I became a somebody.

They didn't;t know my name but, they knew my talent. I wasn't sure if I got the part but a confidence rolled on me and I let it guide me.

Keep your head up Tris, don't let them scare you.

I did. I pretended this was my moment and even if I didn't get the part, I atleast made a good try. There was a clap behind me and I turned around to see Paul smiling. Soon, everybody joined in. I got the part but how, I don't remember. There were challanges and there were moments. Everything went so fast and soon enough, I didn't really know how it happened.

All I know is, I'm glad it did.