“Didn’t they have common sense? When someone is choking, you get them water! You don’t just leave them there to choke and get sent to the hospital because they’ve been coughing for so long!”
Movies. They were my life. My life was based on movies; it was how I made a living. In fact, I was quite famous. Why? Movies, obviously.
“And the nominees for the best comedy are…” The announcer said. Then my mind clicked. I squirmed in the plush red velvet seat. This was what I’d been waiting for all night.
“Anabel! It’s almost time!” I whispered.
“The LOL movie!” Applause. Wow. What an original name. All I can infer is that it’s really funny. But really, how funny is it?
“Adultified Sesame Street!” Applause. Ew. How can you make Sesame Street for adults?
“The People Movie!” Applause. Well, you can tell so much about the movie from this name. All movies are about people.
“My Life is as Red as a Devil!” Applause. That’s my movie! Yay!
“The Zinczinczinc movie!” applause. Zinczinczinc? What type of name is that? What is this about? I wouldn’t want to watch this. I guess it’s fun to say.
“These all sound like really good movies. It’s going to be really hard to choose,” Anabel told me. I sighed.
“Even The People Movie?” I asked.
“Lilly, give each movie a chance!” Anabel reasoned, “Have you seen any of these movies besides your own?”
“No…” I trailed off.
“Lilly…” Anabel sighed.
“Ooh! They’re announcing it!” I whispered.
“And the Oscar award for the best comedy goes to…” the announcer went on, “My Life is as Red as a Devil!!!”
I gasped. Anabel and I silently screamed. That’s me! I just won the award! Well, that was unexpected. I went up to go say my speech.
“Slay the speech, Lilly!” Anabel told me, and gave a thumbs up.
Why am I so nervous? I am seen all the time online as a movie director, so why should I be nervous? Maybe it’s because I’m so young. I’m 20 at the moment, so I’m probably the youngest director here. This is also my first time here.
Lilly Bucuar, you are not a scaredy cat. You can do this.
I stepped up onstage. I cleared my throat.
“Hi,” I said into the microphone, “It’s a wonderful honor just to be here today. Thank you all who supported me. First, mom and dad –– you have inspired me so much, and told me never to give up on my dreams. To my friend, Anabel –– you always supported my work. And finally to the whole cast of my Life is as Red as a Devil- you al—”
I started coughing. Choking. Where was the water? I kept coughing.
“Water please,” I managed to croak out between coughs. Didn’t they have common sense? When someone is choking, you get them water! You don’t just leave them there to choke and get sent to the hospital because they’ve been coughing for so long!
“Oh! Sure! Ms. Bucuar!” One of the people on stage said.
While they were getting me water, apparently I fainted. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! Help! Now I’ll be known as weak and afraid. Well, I’m not! The crowd gasped. I have no idea what happened in the five minutes I was out.
Suddenly, a splash of cold water hit my face.
“Oh!” I said, surprised, “It’s cold!” Maybe I said it a little too loudly. The crowd snorted, trying not to laugh. Well, it is the Oscar for the best comedy, but I’M NOT COMIC RELIEF!! I’m a movie director. Or I was last time I checked, which happened to be ten minutes ago.
I stood up. My dress was soaked, and sticking to me. The crowd burst out laughing. My face got red. Tomato red.
I ran offstage to cry in a corner. No more movie directing for me until I can speak in public. Even if I get nominated for an Oscar again, my face will hopefully not be as red as the devil onstage the second time around.