She stood there invisible in a crowded room.
Just another prop in the scene.
But she was a living, breathing, filled-with-dreams-to-the-brim prop.
A fresh-faced, twenty-something.
With stars in her eyes.
That's what captivated me to this human-prop -the stars in her eyes.
Stars that bespoke of her dreams and ambitions.
Stars that shone bright upon a future as she imagined it to be.
A future colored with fame, fans and fortune.
Even as she stood there waiting in the wings for the Director's "Action"-cry, her eyes revealed a world inside her head.
A world where she was the heroine and not just an invisible human prop.
A world where she was the center of attraction and not just an outline in the dark shadows cast by the cine-lights.
A world where she was in the spotlight and not just a `filler' needed to fill the empty spaces in the scene.
She was still young. So she still believed that one day she will make it under the arc lights and hold an Oscar in her hands and thank "her mother and father" for her achievements.
I know it is possible. I know one creates one's own reality.
For some it takes a lifetime and an equal number of missed opportunities to grasp that truth.
I only hope that this girl would discover the truth much earlier than that.
And that she wouldn't let the stars in her eyes fade away.
And even if life forces the stars to fade away, that one day she will find the courage to polish it back to its original brightness.
A day when she will no longer be invisible in a crowded room.
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