Dear Diary,
"You can't do this to me!" She started to tear up. "You can't kick me out of this house! I've not only lost my job but also my house and I just found out I have cancer! Why is this all happening to me? Why am I the only one suffering?" I could see Swill starting to tear up too. It looked like he was about to cry looking at her performance. He had stopped doodling. In fact he dropped his notepad too. He had his pen inside his mouth. It only meant one thing, that she had impressed him somehow. Swill started looking at me, so I knew I had to hide myself from him. If he would see that I wasn't crying, he'd make sure I would. I guess I never told you the story on how we acquired gallons of water at his dad's funeral. We basically used that water to grow crops in a farm. Oh boy did it actually work.
Swill is the type of guy everyone should have. He wasn't interested in love at all. He was way too busy traveling around London in the tube all day. In fact he knew about the tube more than the guy who built the tube. He's also the worst person to have dinner or lunch with, because he just has no sense of personal space. He feels that everything is his and can grab anything to eat. Sofia had just finished her performance. Swill got up from his seat and started clapping for her performance. He kept staring at me in anger forcing me to stand too, except I wasn't bothered because I was way too busy thinking about her. "Come on idiot, this was the performance of a lifetime! It's better than your stupid Neymar actor." I rolled my eyes at this. Was he that stupid? "Neymar is a footballer. You'd know if you hadn't had your hand up someone's arse." He kept clapping, "Hehehe, this was a nice one, I like it." I shook my head in what could've been pity.
"Don't I know you from somewhere?" Sofia asked me. Swill immediately replied, "I think I found my lead, I choose you, we'll give you a call or something sometime later when everything is final!" Sofia jumped in celebration as she skipped her way off stage. "A fine lass isn't she? What do you think?" I looked at Swill and replied, "Lass? What are you, 80? Since when did you start using words like these? And why the heck do you cry this much? I swear you're the reason for high rainfall in London." Swill clapped his hands and picked up a food container from his bag. "Time for food!"
I stepped out of the theatre for fresh air where I could see Sofia jumping up and down on her spot in celebration. I just stood there imagining hanging out with her, maybe even on a date. I could've been in love with her. She saw me and screamed, "Hey Ducky, I got selected!" I barely heard that but I did make a thumbs up. Suddenly some girl came up to me, "Hey, I saw you inside, can you somehow get me the lead role for the movie?" I plainly rejected, "Unfortunately it's been filled, and neither would or could I have helped you." She kissed me suddenly and started touching me all over my chest, "Come on baby, please?" I turned to see that Sofia had already left. I pushed the woman off a little, "Stop it geez, I can't help you at all." She started to get angry, "You know what, I'll tell everyone how you guys are, all molesters and rapists! You don't know how to treat a woman right! I'm going to make sure your career gets destroyed before it even starts!" I didn't even bother saying anything and I headed inside. We were now looking for the supporting actress role.
We had a couple of girls audition, however none made Swill cry, so we decided to give it a rest and focus on the auditions next day. Next day was for the male actor role. Swill had changed the story and made it a young, blind man, so that's what we were looking for.
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I Saw Her
Novela JuvenilA Diary perspective of a boy falling in love with the woman of his dreams