25-Roads To Forever || One Shots

Dream Come True

Scarlett's POV-

They say dreams keep you alive, but I think mine have been running me ragged lately. Every time I stare at the mirror in my tiny shared dorm, I tell myself, One day, Scarlett. One day, you'll see your name in bright lights. But for now, all I see is a sleep-deprived, caffeine-powered version of myself with messy hair and dark circles. Not exactly camera-ready.

I've been a trainee for two years, and trust me, the word grueling doesn't even begin to cover it. Between dance rehearsals, acting workshops, and trying to nail the perfect emotional monologue, there's barely time to breathe. But I can't stop, not when I've got a chance to audition for the lead role in a coming-of-age drama next week. This could be it-the break I've been waiting for.

Then there's Theo. Theo Evans, the golden boy of the film industry. He's got that effortlessly charming smile, the kind that makes your knees go weak and your brain forget how to function. Every time I watch him on screen, I can't help but think, He's untouchable. His acting is flawless, his voice melts hearts, and don't even get me started on those eyes.

To me, he's more than a celebrity. He's my inspiration. Every time I feel like giving up, I re-watch his award acceptance speech from last year. He talked about how he failed his first five auditions and almost gave up acting altogether. If he can survive rejection, then so can I.

But secretly? My silly little heart hopes for more than just inspiration. There's a part of me-buried under layers of insecurity-that dreams of standing next to him one day, not as a fangirl but as his co-star. Maybe even more. But for now, it's just a dream, like everything else.

With a deep breath, I pull out my script and start practicing again. Because while Theo might be my unreachable star, I'm determined to shine just as bright someday.

Theo's POV-

Another day, another shoot. The early morning call times, the blinding lights, and the endless takes-it all blends together after a while. Don't get me wrong, I love acting. It's my passion, my escape, but lately, it feels like I'm constantly chasing a moving target.

We've been shooting for fourteen hours straight, and the director is still tweaking the final scene. The crew scurries around, adjusting lights and fixing props, while I sit in my chair, flipping through the script. My eyes glancing the lines, but my mind is somewhere else.

When did life become so...mechanical? Wake up, film, repeat. I can't even remember the last time I had a full night's sleep or grabbed a coffee without being mobbed by fans. Not that I'm ungrateful-it's just exhausting being "Theo Evans" all the time.

The assistant director calls me over for the next shot, and I slip back into character. That's the thing about acting: it's easy to forget who you are when you're constantly pretending to be someone else.

The world doesn't wait for anyone, not even me. With a sigh, I shut my eyes and let the exhaustion take over. Tomorrow will come, and I'll be ready to fight. It's what I do.

Scarlett's POV-

I clutched the script in my trembling hands, my heart racing as I waited for my turn. This audition was everything I'd worked for-the chance to finally prove myself. The room was buzzing with nervous energy, other trainees whispering their lines. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me.

When my name was called, my legs felt like jelly, but I forced myself to walk into the audition room with as much confidence as I could muster. The panel of judges sat at a long table, their faces serious as they reviewed papers and scribbled notes.

And that's when I saw him. Theo Evans. Sitting right there, in the middle of the panel.

My heart stopped. No way. It can't be.