The Writer Season 1 Entries

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 PROMPT 1

 Choose a character, create your character describe them in detail and then create a very detailed background story involving some hard ships. (The more detailed and creative the better your chances)

NEW BEGINNING

As I saw my face on the poster that hung on the wall of the cinema, I felt proud and grateful and maybe also happy. It had been so long since I felt happy; I think I could not decipher that emotion anymore. Fake laughs, yes but real smiles, no. Yet here I was, feeling something that closely resembled happiness.

The poster read ‘Introducing Savannah Hastings as Evelyn in One Day One Night’ under a huge photograph of me as Evelyn, my character in the film. Also there was the name of the director of my debut film, the person because of which all of this happened. I couldn’t thank him enough.

After gazing at the poster for another 5 minutes from my car, I started my car and went in the direction of my rented accommodation. My debut movie was releasing today and I had gone to the venue of the premiere for some last minute errands. Just as I had gotten inside the car, my eyes had fallen upon the poster at which I stood staring for the past 15 minutes. But as it was already 3 in the noon and the premier was at seven, I had to get back and get ready.

As I drove past some tattered houses, I couldn’t help think about my past. The hellhole I ran away from. Now, I couldn’t be more thankful for the then ‘rash decision’ I had made. If I hadn’t run away, I would still have been tortured, mentally and physically, by my alcoholic and abusive father. But my life was different now, and definitely better. But the journey till here was not a smooth path, I had to struggle. A lot. But as they say, ‘All’s well, that ends well’,so I am trying hard to forget my horrible past but it’s easier said than done. But I hope someday, I would be able to look back and smile, because as difficult and horrendous it was, my past had made me what I am today. A better, stronger and even wiser person.

The rest of the 10 minute drive went uneventfully and soon I was parked in the driveway of my house. It was located in a middle class area. The house was of average size and consisted of two floors. I lived on the first floor. As I made my way up the stairs, I knew that this was probably my last day in this house. I had a bought a new home in a posh area which was near to the studios. I had already been offered a few more roles, so it was better if I lived in a posh area, according to my PR manager.

I unlocked the door and was greeted by the homely smell that I had gotten used to in the past 14 months. My house was a compact one with one bedroom, a bathroom, kitchen and a living area. There was also a balcony. It had plain white walls and minimum furniture. Just a bed, a couch, a coffee table and a few other necessities. The clock on the wall got my attention. It was 3:20 pm. I had just time for a cup of coffee and a bath before all the stylists and make up people came to get me ready for tonight.

Just as I emerged from the bathroom, the doorbell rang. Here they come. I took a deep breath and moved towards the door to open it. No matter it had been almost a year since I entered this industry, but I still did not like makeup. Although, I loved to look beautiful, but hours and hours of someone putting make up on every part of my body was downright irritating. But it came with this life, so I had to bear it.

I opened the door and was met by several people with bright and excited smiles. These all had become like my family. Though I hated what they did, which included my hair and makeup, they had been very supportive in my settling in this new atmosphere.

I led them in my room and sat in front of the huge mirror. Everything, starting from my dress to my hairstyle, from the accessories to the shoes, had been decided by Arianna, my personal stylist. I just had to become their doll and so I did. I knew this would take a lot of time, so I just closed my eyes and rested my head on the back of the chair. Henry, the head makeup man started working his magic on me.

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