I am becoming an Oscar nominee for Best Writing
(original screenplay). I am sitting in my chair in the chic, spacious hall that
does not at all reflect how I feel on the inside – Panic Room! My heart is
pumping louder than the music and my hands are starting to sweat. I close my
eyes and remember the few hours before; in an attempt to dissolve my anxiety
and untense my muscles.
I put my first high heeled foot on the edge of the red
carpet and stepped out of the stretch limo; escorted by my very supporting,
very loving husband. The crimson red wrapped around me shone with glamour as
the cameras flashed. The soft, silky fabric complimented my tan and hid my
goose bumps; while the tail flowed behind me as I glided across the entrance.
The cheers, though deafening, were so flattering that I blushed with shyness;
and I turned to wave and smile as my heart started to beat faster.
This is the moment I have dreamed about for years;
the chance not only to convey a deep message through my writing, but to be
recognized and awarded for it. Of course, as a girl, I also dreamt about the
charm of winning an Oscar, and the thrill of being among world class stars even
for a day, but haven't we all?
I recalled being escorted to where the cast of the
movie was sitting; the movie based on a novel that I wrote. I, the little
girl from a country so far away from the Oscars, the girl who's had a million
dreams but so few attained, who's had great potential but so little
achievements. A girl who's had challenging years and some complicated
relationships, but who was determined to do something with her life.
The cast cheered me on and congratulated me for the
nomination. The ceremony started and the entertainment relaxed me a little; but
as the awards were called one by one I listened, applauded and stood only with
half a heart, as the other half was so busy praying.
The moment drew closer and I grew tenser; and as it
crawled in, I clutched my husband's hand and shut my eyes in anticipation. I
only opened them on hearing "and the Oscar goes to……".
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