The Sidekick

1.

She watched through the curtains as the cast took a bow. The play was a success as it always was and it turned out that way because of the Heroine; the wonderful actress who turned the words into a dance and made the script come alive on stage. The press flashed their cameras and huddled closer to the dais. The papers wanted to know what was the cause of the Star's success, why and how she shone amidst the dark and gloomy theatre. But not once did they ask for her.

They would shove and push her into the corner but she was used to it, being left behind, being forgotten...

But she helped with the magic , she helped weave the story into place when she put her soul into the script. She took her flaws and put them into each of the characters, the audience loved it but ironically hated her.

She could hear the adoring fans chanting the Actor's praises as they crowded around her for an autograph, it tore her heart to see the Heroine's signature where her tear smudged scripts should have been. But she was made for this, destined to be in the spotlight. The writer sighed as she closed the drapes and looked around, she was alone. Alone was what she had and it was her companion all these years. Behind the scenes was where she belonged.

'Excuse me?' a voice spoke up behind the brooding artist.

She turned surprised to see a young journalist with his writing pad ready in his arms.

'Are you the Heroine?' he queried.

Fate had a cruel sense of humor.

'No I'm the Sidekick'

'You mean the one who helps the Heroine with everything?'.

Everyone is somebody's sidekick. The cycle won't ever stop but we don't realize that we can be our own hero.