Keeping it a Reality

Reality

I walk over to the set and I'm hit with butterflies. What if Leo thought I was fat and couldn't covey the passion Ben wants? All these question buzz round my head as I trudge to the set block. I'm wearing my favourite black and pink PUMA sliders and a white short satin robe with my surname STEEL on the back. It was my boxing robe from a few years ago when I entered my first league. My dad is, well... was, ex-army and had fought lots. He never payed much attention to me and to 'impress' him I learned to box. And damn he was proud. When we came back from his first deployment I had another few pounds of muscle on me and toughened up not only physically but emotionally, I learned how to be strong knowing any day my dad could be shot dead and all the pain and suffering I went through would all be a waste. But because of my newly founded strength my dad personally trained me, he took to the ring in the first light of the day until the last ray. We would fight and train so I could get into leagues. And I did, that what I got the robe for. I got the occasional bloody nose and broken nose but I could feel pride emanating from my dad.

But that pride soon turned to hate, suffering and loss. His family were soon all damaged, my mum drank and lost all our money. My dad soon got scared and fear will always turn to hate. He would always say to me 'hatred comes from hope'. This isn't necessarily true to me, but it was to my dad. When we fought in the wing he would punch me harder and harder and make me train longer and harder. This soon deflated me of my confidence and made me a shell. I was soon diagnosed with anorexia and depression and it was all downhill from there. Any shred of pride from my father was eliminated and destroyed and I had to go through it on my own...

I soon arrived on set and Ben greets me with sympathy, knowing how uncomfortable and awkward it must feel. I look around at the set. There's a black and grey bedroom that I know so well from the first film. I'm told to de-robe and put on the button up dress over the black lace. I feel more comfortable now and my nerves are visibly settled. I'm led towards the starting point and I wait...
Leo arrives only a few seconds after and he's wearing his black slacks and no shirt. FUCK! I think in my head, obviously. I can feel my face blushing and change colour. Leo's hair is flopping onto his face, just how I like him. But he catches me staring and gives me a wink. I just smile awkwardly at the ground and play with my hands. He walks over to his starting position and whispers in my ear "you look really hot" but by the time I can absorb and reply, I turn into character.....

"ACTION!"