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They said

“You’re selected.”

Two words.

Heavy enough to shake my whole tomorrow.

Ten a.m.

Shooting set.

No rehearsals.

No second chances.

Just…

one night to prove I belong.

I asked,

“From tomorrow…?”

They didn’t hesitate.

Deadlines never do.

Dreams don’t wait either.

I checked my watch

five p.m.

Time looked back at me like,

What are you going to do with the rest of your fear?

Scooty starts.

Evening flies past my face.

Streetlights flicker like nervous thoughts.

Home opens its quiet mouth.

I wash the dust off my skin,

but not the doubt.

The script shakes in my hands.

Not because it’s heavy

because I am.

Words spill.

Fall.

Climb back into my mouth again.

On the bed.

Across the room.

In front of the mirror

I meet a stranger

who looks exactly like me…

and I practice becoming him.

Then one line stops me.

Just one.

It doesn’t feel like dialogue.

It feels like truth wearing quotation marks.

I look into my own eyes and say

“Only magic can turn copper into gold,

and gold into diamond…

but love and affection

they are magic themselves.

They don’t just change things…

they change the world.”

The room goes silent.

Even my fear listens.

Tomorrow is waiting.

Ten a.m. is closer than it sounds.

And tonight

Tonight,

I am not just memorizing lines.

I am memorizing

who I need to become.