“3...2...1...ACTION!,” the camera began to roll. My friends rushed the “stage”, as I meanwhile tried my best to blend in with the shadows of the abandoned attic. I despised acting, because of my shyness. My friends and I would surpass ordinary levels of imagination movies we would create in our attic. Normally, I would be successful in hiding. However, this time proved otherwise. Right in the middle of my rejoicing over my success, my friend, the director, spotted me. “Oh shoot..”, I murmured. “Coming mom!”, I shouted with desperation. Needless to say, my attempts failed. I dragged my feet as I walked onto our inadequate “stage”, otherwise known as the floor. I received my first major role that day. I would play the role of a kidnapped child.
